Jail Is Where I Belong

Chapter 1

~ a picture of victim 1

Authors note: I'm really thinking if I want to countaing writing this story or not, but if you guys like this story i will keep on writing😊

Preface

"I will tell you this, no little peasant is going to blow my cover. I have accomplished a lot, OKAY!!. Come on just play with me for a while, entertain me darling, please. You see, my accomplishments have made me great, it has made me the person who will now take you out of your miseries. I spent my time about every day for weeks planning on how I would go out into the night like a prince and save myself from the lust of not killing for a day or two. I commit the worlds most hated crime, just to save myself. I kill people and get away with it. And I will kill you too"

A year ago was the time my killing rampage ended. The time a piece of good for nothing bitch ruined my future of fulfilling what the government can't.

My first kill

I had killed Ava Marlin, she disappeared on April 2, 2008, in 241 Fremont Ave N Minneapolis area. She was presumed murdered after her skeletal remains were found in Grandview Park on May 18, 2010.

I killed her because she wasn't loyal to me. I liked her, I like her for 99% of my lifetime but she never noticed me. The only time she noticed me was when I was killing her. I can't believe that stupid bitch, she cried out like anyone was up at that time of the night to save her. Even if people had heard no one would think much of it because the neighborhood is known for strippers walking around that time of the night. she screamed like a hoe having an orgasm.

I tracked her for days after I figured she had started dating someone. It got on my nerves, it made me angry. So one night I snucked out wearing all black the same way the men who hit on the girls around the neighborhood would dress. I followed her while she got out of work. She went home and around 12:00 am she decided to go to the store a few blocks from her house that opened at midnight. I walked behind her slowly. I could tell that she was hearing extra footsteps but didn't think much it, but now and then she would turn around and look. She sped up her pace. I had to walk faster, her actions rose my anger higher. I ran up to her and knocked her down. I took the knife out of my pocket and stabbed her while she pleaded and yelled for help. I was happy that no one heard her. The park was right across from where we were. The park had a wooded area and a plain area. I dragged her body to the wooded area, dropped it in the middle and cover it with leaves. I went to the store quickly, bought bleach and gloves and bleached her to remove my marks I had left on her. I covered her with more leaves and dirt after. I wasn't worried about the blood on the grass because it was going to rain that night around 2:00 am to 3:00 am. I Walked to the nearest garbage and throw my shoes away and any clothing I had that had blood on it.

I then waited for over months, a year and a half, to hear that they found a body. That they traced the killer, but nothing until two years later and they never knew who killed her. I got away with murder.

I had my first sense of accomplishment since the time I came to this earth.