Secrets In The Shadows

Orion

The balance must be restored. That is my only thought as I wait by the side of the road for my next victim. I look in the back seat where my materials lie in a black duffle bag.

He was with her twice. He caused everything I have worked for to come out of it's order. Now I must do the task of resetting the natural balance of things.

No sooner has the thought entered my mind do I hear the crunch of gravel underneath tires and bright headlights come into view. I smile. Showtime. I throw my arm up over my face to block the lights and wave it.

A second later, the car comes to a complete stop and the headlights turn off. The driver's side door pops open and out steps Paul Harrison, residential swim captain of Richard Starks Academy.

He shuts the door and begins to job toward me. "Hey, what happened to your car?" he asks.
I shrug stupidly, "No idea, it just....stopped. I think it might need a jump start. I have cables in the back. Do you mind?".

I point a thumb to my car. Paul looks at my car then back to me. "Sure, no problem". I clap my hands, "Great! Let me grab them" I respond. I open my backseat door and open the bag, pulling the red jumper cables out. I also reach up into the driver seat to start the car.

Holding the cables in my hand I tell him, "why don't we plug these up so we can both get out of here?". Paul takes his half, "gladly, I do not want to be out here with a killer on the loose". He visibly shivers.

I let myself grin. If only he knew....

Paul walks back to his truck and pops the hood. I watch him connect the jumper cables and start his car  properly before yelling to him that I can't find the area to connect my half.

He comes jogging over, leaving his connected cables unattended for the time being. I hand him mine and he peers underneath my hood. The upper half of his body in my engine.

Once he finds it, he hands me my jumper cables. Now. In one quick motion  I clamp the cables onto both his hands and slam the hood down on him, trapping him.

Almost immediately his feral screams fill the night air and he tries to open the hood. I get on top of the hood and sit on it. Smoke files from the engine and a charcoal like smell along with the smell of burnt liver quickly fill the night air.

The hood stops moving. I get off and open it up. Paul's corpse rolls off and onto the road. His skin charred black and still smoking. I let out a cough. I shut the hood and go to the backseat to grab my duffle bag.

I pull out yellow rubber gloves along with dead fish, seaweed, and a plastic trident. Putting the gloves on, I drape the fish and seaweed all over Paul's body. Once I'm done with that, I take the trident before stabbing it into Paul's chest.

With my tasks for the night half done. I get in my car and drive away heading for the graveyard where my next victim awaits.

Arriving at the gate, I get out the car with my duffle bag and begin to walk through the graveyard. I haven't walked far when I see a female figure sitting at the base of a headstone. RSA's resident goth girl Tyra Dawson.

Her eyes, closed at first, shoot open upon hearing my footsteps. Seeing a somewhat familiar face she calms down but remains wary. " What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with the other elites hiding in their houses?" she asks.

I shrug. " Shouldn't you?" is my retort. She lets out a scoff. "I'll be damned if some Gacy wannabee is going to stop me from my nightly gatherings". She cracks her knuckles.

I chuckle, Gacy wannabee huh?.   "Well you're certainly dressed up for the occasion". And she is, with her pale creamy skin, leather bodice, black skirt, ripped holes in her black stockings on both her legs and arms.

She bows her head in thanks. She takes out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. "Want one?". I nod my head and take a seat next to her. I've spent months practicing smoking in case this scenario occurred.

I take one and light it. She does the same to hers and we both take a drag before letting the smoke billow out of our mouths and into the air. Reminding me of the smoke from Paul's body. Once I'm done. I crush it against the ground and put it in my pocket.

I'm not stupid. I know the police can trace my DNA from the cigarette butt. I turn to Tyra, who's still smoking hers. I take a yawn so I can stretch out my arm and place it against the center of her back.

She cuts a look at me. " That trick is so cheesy. If you wanted to wrap an arm around me you could've just asked". She shakes her head fondly. I smile at her.

"I know...but...I did it for different reasons" on the last word, I grab her hair in a bundle. She lets out a gasp, dropping the cigarette. I get up and drag her, too shocked to fight back, over to a flat headstone.

I get on my knees, wrap all of her hair tightly in my right fist, lift her head up and smash it onto the grave. There's a sickening  crunch as the bones in the face get broken.

I lift her head up and repeat the process about five more times before I let go of her hair. I press two fingers to her neck and wait. No pulse. I press and ear to her back where her heart should be. No heartbeat. 

I watch as a pool of blood forms underneath her face. I get up, having already decided to leave her as is since she's dressed like the part already. As I knew she would be. I repeat what she said about Gacy in my head and decide on something.

I look in my duffle bag for a piece of paper and a pencil. I was going to write a present for my love, but some things should be set straight first. It takes me a minute to write out the note on my knee. Done, I fish out a paper clip and clip the note to the back of the body.

Smiling and feeling pleased with myself, I begin to walk towards the gate, stopping to discard my cigarette butt in the sewer gate. I climb in my car and drive off into the night. Satisfied that the balance is restored to it's original setting.