The Murder King (A First Draft)

April 24, 2010

        The next victim was Jack's.  Her name was Ophelia Climburn.  She was a retired actress, and she has been living off the millions from her latest hit movie, "Sharks in Manhattan", the story of a small family that moves to Manhattan right around the time that a hurricane moves in and rains sharks all over the city.  I wasn't a fan, but I guess Jack was.  He came to me and asked if he could kill her.  I reminded him that he was my partner and could do whatever he wanted.  He was ecstatic. 

        I decided to follow him and see how he did. 

        I probably shouldn't have, because what I saw shocked me to the core. 

        I quietly tailed him until we arrived at Ophelia's opulent mansion.  When he got there, he didn't even ring the bell.  The gate swung open, as if he was expected.  He walked right in and straight up the path.  I swiftly followed him, not expecting that it would be this easy.  When he got to the front door, he knocked three times, one short and two long, and it came open.  I went to the door and quietly opened it.  I had noticed the lack of guards and had gambled on the fact that the inside was clear too. 

        It paid off.  There was no one in the hallway that the front door opened up to.  Jack had disappeared, like he knew his way around the place.  He had either done quite a bit of scouting, or he was an invited guest.  Well, I hadn't done any scouting.  I was in unknown territory.  I walked slowly down the hallway, silently peeking in to each consecutive room.  Eventually, I came along an inhabited room.  And it wasn't just inhabited.  It was "taken".  There was a tie tied around the knob.  I had seen enough movies to know what that meant.  I opened the door, it making barely a noise on its oiled hinges, and stepped in. 

        There was blood.  Everywhere.  I looked around and saw an open window.  So Jack had already killed her.  I had spent close to thirty minutes quietly searching for this room, so it gave him plenty of time to handle his sick desires and kill her.  I check the around for remnants of the body.  Finding none, I decided to leave.  He was waiting at the gate for me.  "So...  What all did you see?" he questioned me quietly.  "I didn't see anything, Jack.  I got lost trying to follow you and only arrived to the room a few minutes ago.  What did you do to the body?" I answered.  His only answer was a sinister, bloody, smile.  Bits of blood flecked his lips and his tongue was redder than usual.