A Murderous Mission

Four

I couldn't help but groan loudly as my alarm sounded, feeling I only got an extra 10 minutes of sleep last night - even though I actually slept a good fifteen hours in total. Although it was just your average Tuesday, I thought back to my thoughts only a few hours earlier, as well as all of the things happening around her neighborhood.

More specifically, the murders.

Grabbing my Samsung off my dark wooden nightstand, I quickly texted Susan that I felt sick and didn't feel up for school today, telling her not to pick me up today and I'd see her tomorrow.

Susan replied within the next few minutes.

Ok, feel better soon diana, ily!

I felt bad for lying to her, but knew it was necessary considering I haven't had a decent night of sleep for weeks, nor this much determination for something so dangerous.

Thx, ily2.

Sighing, my eyelids started to easily close, thinking one more nap wouldn't hurt. A small smile played on my lips as I felt the blissful pull of sleep. Unfortunately, the blissfulness didn't last for more than five minutes before I heard a few choice words from my father downstairs - clearly awake and angry.

I knew to stay away from my father at times like this, as I knew it was just another way for him to cope with his wife's death. Although it has been fourteen years, mom and dad were more in love than those who were apparently "soul mates" in those romance novels one reads to pass time.

I always loved the way dad talked about mom; you could see the light reach his eyes everytime he spoke of her and his love for her. It was breathtaking and I could only hope for the same love as I grew older.

Hearing the front door slam shut, I knew dad just left for work. Since I wasn't going to school today and I clearly couldn't fall back to sleep, I was now left to my thoughts about the murders swirling in my mind.

I frowned as my thoughts wandered back to the recent murders, wondering what kind of monster could do such a thing and why of all weapons, he would choose a dagger with the Devil's number.

My frown only deepened as I tried to figure who could possibly want to kill people. Everyone around here was friendly, well for the most part. There were still robberies and someone dying here and there - but four in the past month? I shivered.

Suddenly too curious and determined to help myself, I jumped up and plopped down in my black computer chair and rolled myself to her white corner desk in the opposite corner of my room. Turning on my Mac, I quickly looked up all I could about this "Devil's Killer". I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the people's choice of name, although I could agree that it was quite convenient considering the killer's weapon choice.

I didn't find much more than what I already knew: Male, about 6 foot in height, used a long dagger with 666 engraved in the wooden handle to kill his victims, and killed whomever for no reason.

I was about to give up when, apparently, some new information came up from a few witnesses, which was odd considering this killer was very quick and was never caught, until now.

An elderly man, around the age of 70, claimed he saw the same car headed down Tumbleweed Ln every night, each after the murders were announced the following morning. 

My eyes widened the size of saucers, my breath hitched, and I felt the room cave in around me. Tumbleweed Ln is the road I live on, meaning the serial killer could be my next door neighbor, and I could have never known it until it was too late.

Ah, shit.

All the air in my lungs suddenly left me, replaced with a very cold chill sliding down my spine. The sudden determination she had earlier only roared to life, urging me to continue on, finding the killer before he found me.

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after chp four, I want more
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