Ich lüge 'Love'

Prologue: Dumping.

Narrator P.O.V:

      The dark sky was tinted a deep navy blue, stars littered and twinkled in the sky like fireflies, and the full moon stood high, watching the world as it slept. Soft sounds of the deserts nature filled the air, while the quiet blowing of the chipper wind blew the Sand across the desert landscape. A thin line of lighter blue crossed over the sand-dunes, showing how bright the lights of the 'Nearest' town were. However the nearest town was Several miles away. The sounds of a car pulling to a stop broke the peace, a large Jeep colored black with tinted windows pulled to a stop. A young man around his late twenties jumped out of the driver's seat, He was wearing long sleeved black shirt that ended just above his wrists, but his hands and wrist were covered with thick leather gloves, along with long black tight fitting sweatpants that stopped and were pulled under black hiking boots. Dark chestnut brown hair littered the top of his head in a short style cut. His bright green eyes scanned the surrounding area thoroughly, making sure no one was around. When he decided that the area was clear of life -minus the wildlife in the surrounding area- he walked around his vehicle to the back. 

He opened the 'trunk' of his Jeep and then opened the compartment that would you put a spare tire in. Instead of a tire however another big black object was stuffed in there. A large black garbage bag. He grabbed the bag and made sure no liquids were leaking from it. He set the large bag on the ground gently after inspecting it, and turned to close the trunk area. He made sure he Jeep was locked and then picked the black bag. After doing so, the man walked about a mile from his Jeep making sure there was nothing out of place during his walk. After he deemed he was far enough, the man dropped the bag; the sounds of squelching filled the air. When he opened the bag, several flies came out, as well as the distinct scent of blood. He pulled the bag up, before throwing the contents on the ground. It was a body. 

You could hardly tell it was once a living human however, due to the condition the body was in. The entire body was skinned, showing the layers of muscle underneath, the entirety of the chest had been carved out, including the organs from inside, the once living body was hallowed out, only bones and scraps of muscle remaining, several knife wounds were implanted in the muscle. She had been stabbed Eighteen times alone in her Vaginal area. A severed head tumbled out not long after. The teeth had been removed, as well as the tongue and eyes. The head was also skinned, but on the head almost nothing was left except for the crimson stained bones. 

The man smirked at the condition of the body. 'This will keep the Police going for a while.' He thought to himself. 'This /Whore/ would be in the newspaper for weeks. What was her name again? Madeline? Mary? No, Marie...' He nodded to himself and pulled a small picture out of his wallet. It was the body before it was mutilated. It was a young girl in her early twenties she had light shoulder length brown hair and was wearing a thin line of peach lip gloss. You couldn't see her eyes, for they were crossed out using a black sharpie. He Scowled slightly. He had been waiting to finish the job for weeks. But her Family had planned a surprise trip, and he had been forced to end the girl later than he wanted. He thought he made up for it though. The shape of the body proved that to be quite true. 

He looked at the body, scanning it for any sign of his DNA that could trace him back to the Murder. He found nothing. He then placed the picture from his wallet and set it Inside the hollowed out chest cavity, The dark blood started to coat the photo, and so he made sure to move it so that the image wouldn't be destroyed by the crimson liquid. He scanned the body once more, moving something's and making sure all the wounds were still very much prominent, after he scanned his work, he grabbed the garbage bag that the body had been in and then he started walking back to his vehicle. 

He had no worries on animals eating the entire corpse. He had planned this for months. He knew that in exactly 1 hour Ranger Rutch would make his rounds around the desert to make sure no Teenagers had demolished the place. He would find the body and call the authorities. The Man smirked to himself. 'I wonder what the Newspaper will look like. Since the body is so close to Watson it will be in there newspapers for sure.' he thought to himself. 

When his large black Jeep came into view he quickened his pace, he knew it had been about 30 minutes since he left the body, and he would need to leave soon if he wanted his footprints and tire tracks to fade from the sand covered ground. When he reached his Vehicle he unlocked his car and opened his trunk. He opened the compartment the bag had been in and then placed the blood soaked back inside again, after doing so he took his Leather gloves off carefully, as to not leave any Prints. 

He then placed the crimson covered gloves with the bag. He closed the compartment and the trunk and then walked to the side of his car. He made sure he had not gotten blood on his clothes and once he deemed that he was clean he hopped in the driver's seat and put the key in the ignition and turned it, hearing the gentle rumble of the motor. He smiled to himself. He gripped the steering wheel and pulled out of the Area, he drove in silence. Watching the road in front of him. He saw the bright lights of the city start to become more prominent. 

He smiled when he entered the town, a large sign read 'Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas!' He kept driving, cursing at the blasted Yellow taxi with advertisement for the latest and best attractions when they got in his way. After about 20 minutes of driving he pulled into a thin Driveway, a large cream colored house stood proudly in front of it. 

He drove his Jeep into the Garage, parking it and then heading inside the house. He turned a left from the sitting room and walked the the long stairway. He opened the first door on the left of the stairs, stepping inside his bedroom. His bed was neatly made, the black covers fitted his mattress, no wrinkles on the surface. He walked over to the cream colored walk in closet door, opening it. He stepped inside and moved to the left, picking out a Navy colored suit Jacket with a white Button up and black dress slacks. He was going to have to look sharp at the club. He sighed to himself. 'The worst part of this is interacting...' He trailed off in his head. He shook his head slightly. 'I need to focus. The other people don't matter. Only her. Number 8. Victim Number 7 has been taken care of. It is time to play the game of Cat and mouse once again.' 

(( A/N: Hello Everyone! I told you I MIGHT Update on Saturdays! I hope you liked this Chapter. Even though it's short. Things will get longer and more interesting soon. Tell me what you guys think! I want to know what you guys think of the Narrator POV as well. Do you guys prefer Character POV or Narrator? Anyway. See you soon! Bye now Darlings! 

Jezebeth out. -Smooches- <3 ))

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