Chapter 14: Natural Born Killers
~"I was the devil and you were my downfall,
that never saw, I had no potential,
and you were my angel, that spared your light,
for my empty soul so I could love just one more time."~
She was taking a shower. Scorching it seemed, based off of the amount of steam building up on the mirror. He heard scrubbing, harsh and rough, like it hurt to do. She was hurting herself trying to wash the memories of the night away, the memories of having to hear a woman get murdered and having to see the messy aftermath of his work. Emotional trauma and shock. An occupational hazard he supposed.
The bathroom mirror was completely obscured by hot water vapor, slow droplets plinking off the glass into the sink. He dragged his gloved finger across it. Hint 1: The Code Killer is near.
He hoped she would like it. He wanted to start a game.
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Joshua Mullens was easy prey, squealing like the pig he was. Joshua liked to hurt kids, so he liked to hurt him. Contrary to the difficulty he thought it would be, the legs turned out to be quite easy to take off. He kept that in mind for future reference.
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She smelled good. Like pomegranate. Her favorite shampoo was the pomegrantate-scented one by Garnier.
That was only a fraction of what he was processing when she was clawing at his body, as he thrusted two gloved fingers inside her, slowly, deeply, all the way to her soul. That, and how he wished he didn't have to wear gloves.
Skin would feel better.
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She looked around crazily, dark hair blowing in front of her face, obscuring her profile. She was panting, her chest heaving up and down. The dog, Oscar, wagged his tail happily. His owner looked the exact opposite of happy. Her emotions were plain as day, always, to him.
Pain was evident in the worried blue eyes that shone like twin moons in the dim light, in the down-curve of her dusky pink lips, in the crease of her lovely brow.
All the while, she stood there, shivering in the night's breeze. Then, like a switch, her focus went to the trees. Right to him.
He could feel her eyes studying him in the darkness. Her gaze showed him a window of her soul, something filled with one thing only, passion. Passion that turned those glimmering eyes into orbs of the brightest fire, glaring right at him.
The moment passed fleetingly. Seconds later, she was looking away, turning her rosy cheek to him.
She had caught him and yet still didn't know it yet.
She was there for a few minutes and then retreated back inside, her dog loyally following. He watched her all the way.
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Pomegranates again. She hadn't changed it up. Now this time, the scent was mixed with the faint smell of alcohol. She had been out at the bar drinking. Was she turning to alcohol these days?
This was also one of the minor things he was thinking about as he held her to him, on the floor, cradling her tightly till she ventured into oblivion. It was unfortunate she made him do this, to have to manhandle her onto the ground and put her to sleep. Truly disappointing.
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PSYCHOPATH
Horror"fuck me," said the monster. _______________________ A psychopath, a person with a mask of sanity. Someone who blends in. Unlike their sociopathic counterparts, psychopathic criminals are cool, calm, and meticulous; making psychopathy the most dan...
