44th Street

First Kill

Authors Note:

Hello it's your fellow author here. This is my first thriller/horror book. Also there is going to be detailed killings in this story, so if that disturbs you please refrain from reading my horrible creation of a book. This first chapter isn't that graphic so in the meantime... Please enjoy and vote if you like it. Give me feedback as well. I believe that one must recieve criticism to improve, whether it be positive or negative. Hope you guys enjoy. Peace.

Sincerly,

Your Author

Journal Entry #1

(8 pm)March 18, 2012:

After driving around the city, I've found the best spot to remain undetected. Out of the whole city 44th street has the least foot traffic and is only 3 miles away from where I live. There's a forest just before the city limit ends. I've gone on the trail that's there, and the most use it ever gets is maybe 3 people every 4 hours. Typically a couple and one fat old guy trying to lose weight. The police station is run down with only a few cops on the beat. There's also lots of night workers that don't head home until the morning. I'm thinking I'll hunt my first prey a week from now. Now will it be a man or a woman??

Journal Entry #2

(10pm)March 25th, 2012:

I've decided I'll hunt a man today. If I don't start with large prey, I'll become to accustomed to easy kills. I'll make sure he's average build and just a little overweight so his chances of escaping are less likely. After scouting for a week I've found just the guy. Looks to be a man in his 40s, average height, maybe 5'9, and about 230 pounds. He has a stomach yet it's not like he won't put up a challenge. I've always loved a challenge.

(1 am) March 26th, 2012:

At 10:30pm March 25th of this year I decided to hunt my prey. Just as he passed an alley, I talked to him to ask him for directions. The second he turned around I wrapped my arms around his neck, and proceeded to drag him into the alley. He put up a fight yet what fun would it be if he hadn't. The way he wriggled in my arms and gasped for breath was amazing. As his struggling became weak and pointless I took a glance at his face as he began to pass out. The thrill from his power leaving his body was amazing, yet nothing compared to what I was going to do. I dragged him into the minivan, a van is roomy yet conspicuous, and a small car would be faster, yet a minivan gives off a less threatening demeanor. If you look at Amber Alerts most car descriptions are coupes and sedans. Yet a minivan gives the impression of a family man, forced to change his way of life to fit his circumstances.

Yet where would I make the kill? Well in my initial surveillance of this town I found a shack in the woods. It was abandoned, quite convenient one might think. Yet unfortunately for me it was broken down and had holes where one could see anything that occured in there. That is why I planned my kill for a week after my initial observation. I went late at night and fixed it enought to where you couldn't see in, yet not enough for it not to look abandoned. Now this was a risky move and I could've been seen yet it was necessary to prepare my sanctuary of peace. Here I could have fun to my heart's content.

So that's exactly what I did. You see I brought him there and decided hang him like a deer. See the body will bleed faster when hung upside down. So I made insicions, small at first, yet as he squealed like a pig, I made them bigger and bigger. Now unlike what you see in movies and tv, we don't like to leave bodies in the open. Well at least not until we're sure we won't get caught. But a signature is essential, as to claim your property, I simply carved a 44 onto his chest and left a small spiral right behind the ear. This was made post-mortem as to make it more colorful. See the body doesn't bleed as much when cut after death. Yet before the final cut I looked him in the eyes and with one thrust, stabbed into his carotid artery and watched as the life seeped out of his body. It was truly euphoric.

Test Trial 1: Success

Author's Note:

Lilly if you're reading this and I've messed up on medical facts, please don't grill me about it. Now I'm honestly scared I've messed up a ton in this story. Oh whatever it's a work of fiction. I don't wanna hear from a future mortician on how factually incorrect I am... On the 100% chance you do correct me. Tell me exactly what I did wrong and give me larger, bigger words to use. Ok? Thanks😁