Lakewood: The Next Chapter

Mirror

The Lakewood Serial killer sat in a room chained to a chair. Dad, Charlie, Joe, and the Captain of the Traverse City police stood in a room behind a one-way mirror. They looked at the killer as he sat there doing nothing.

"How is this possible? We watched you shoot Patrick in the head, killing him," Charlie mentioned.

"Did you ever hear of mirror-twins?" Dad asked.

"What's that?" Joe questioned.

"They're identical twins in looks with the same DNA; they mirror each other. Patrick was right-handed. The killer is left-handed. They have different eye colors. They're opposite in action but identical in every way possible. That's why they're called mirror-twins," Dad explained.

"The killer is sitting there, unfazed," Charlie mentioned.

"Well, now it's time to find out why," Dad said, leaving the room with a file.

He went into the interrogation room and sat down at a table across from the killer. Dad laid the folder on the table and opened it. He started placing pictures on the table in front of the killer.

"It seems you had busy months," Dad mentioned.

The killer sat there, watching Dad.

"The majority of victims were females except for four males. Most serial killers don't deviate, but you did. Why?" Dad questioned.

"Collateral damage," the killer answered, not flinching.

"People didn't know you existed, which made it easy for you to switch places with Patrick. Do you have a name?" Dad inquired.

"Paul Wilkinson," the killer replied.

"Okay, Paul, tell me why. Why did you murder people?" Dad questioned.

"Lieutenant, you don't want the answer because it would shatter your world. Do you want to know the mind of a serial killer?" Paul asked.

"That's why I'm asking," Dad said, becoming annoyed.

"Okay, are you sure you're ready to hear this?" Paul questioned.

"Yes," Dad replied.

"Okay, while most kids enjoy toys and playing with other kids, I enjoyed torturing animals. Watching an innocent creature struggle, taking their life feeds the beast," Paul said, leaning towards Dad.

Dad is watching him intently.

"Then one day, the monster craves more than an animal. You stalk your first victim, watching their every move, following them around until you find an opportunity to strike. I enjoy feeling their soft skin squirm in my hands, watching their eyes bulge and mouth gape as I end their life. It provides relief to the beast inside, giving you satisfaction watching your victim take their last breath. You know you hold their life in your hands, and in a blink, you rip that from them," Paul explained, with blackness in his eyes.

Dad shifted in his seat.

"The screams are a sweet, sweet sound to a rage-filled monster that exists inside you. It's music to your ears. The best part is watching your daughter dress, wondering how her skin would feel in your palms as you rip her life from her," Paul spoke with a sinister tone, earning a reaction from Dad.

"Ah, ah, ah, we wouldn't want you to do anything to jeopardize your job. Do you know what people say? Curiosity killed the cat," Paul whispered with an evil glint in his eye.

"I hope you rot in prison. You will never see daylight, if I have my way," Dad warned.

"It doesn't matter, because there will be someone else to take my place. I mean, I followed mommy dearest's footsteps. What you forget is every person has the beast hiding inside them. It's a matter of time when the monster needs feeding," Paul told Dad, satisfied with his answer.