"The Confessions of a Serial Killer"

~Second and Third Victim~

*Third person POV*

Music poured out of the not so thick walls of the Turner villa which stood tall on the lonely, sunlit street. Inside the house, in the immaculately and lavishly decorated living room were two boys with glasses of bourbon in one hand of both. Max was sprawled on the sofa with one leg dangling off the armrest, while Alex was standing with his hip along with the counter of the open kitchen for support, quietly sipping on his drink mourning the death of their best friend while their parents were not home. Their parents had allowed them to skip school for the day, on account of the recent incident that occurred with a comrade, which was exploited to a full extent although they had mostly stayed home.

The doorbell ringing caught both of their attention after some time. "That'd be the pizza guy," Max said and got up from his place on the sofa and walked over to the door to collect their lunch. He opened the door to see a lanky figure, their mouth, and nose covered with a black cloth like a mask, escaping under the shirt of the pizza company uniform. Before Max could say something, a feminine voice spoke, "I'm sorry for being late sir, you know, traffic." Her eyes squeezed like she was embarrassed.

"You-you're a girl?" Max inquired, while Alex peeked from inside trying to figure out why Max took so long. "Is that a problem?" the girl replied, raising an eyebrow. Although her face was not visible, her expressions were clearly readable from her eyes.

"No, No problem at all! Would you like to come in though, it is scorching outside." Max suggested. "Yes, I would like to have a glass of water before I leave. thank you." The girl smiled and entered the house when Max opened the door wider for her. She placed the boxes of large pizza on the coffee table as directed by Max and waited for him to bring her the glass of water.

"You have a nice place." The pizza girl commented to cover up the silence settling in the room. "And you have a nice voice." This time Alex commented, to which the girl turned towards her, her black eyes boring into Alex's. "And I could swear I have seen those deep black eyes somewhere before." He said, taking a few steps to cross the distance between the girl and himself, standing right in front of her, not leaving much space. "What do you think, Max?" He asked his twin brother when he came to stand next to him with a glass in his hand, the three of them occupying very little space of the huge house. The girl's black eyes drifted to Max's and took the glass from his hands, her lean fingers brushing Max's suggestively. Alex shifted to stand behind the girl, leaning such that his nose was in the crook of her neck. Max placed the glass on the table next to them and draped that hand around the girl's small waist and closed his eyes, breathing deeply.

It was sudden, they didn't even hear the string pulled out, but it was now around both the boys' necks. They were choking, struggling to breathe when the pizza girl pushed them both together and tried to drag them with her. But they were bigger than her and moreover, they were two people. Groaning, grunting, and panting, she tried to pull both the boys towards the kitchen but was having a really hard time.

"Figured it wouldn't be easy with the basketball players," She whispered, while both the boys struggled against the string around their necks. They kicked and thrashed, consequently bumping into the sofa and displacing it, falling on the floor themselves taking the mysterious girl with them. She didn't leave her hold on the string though, which had started to cut through her palm, causing it to bleed and few drops of red liquid fell on the white marble floor.

The girl didn't leave the turners' death string even when she felt an elbow pelted in her side, or the feeling of her arms about to be pulled out of their sockets because she knew, it was only a matter of seconds before this commotion stopped. She pressed one of her feet on Max's shoulder, keeping his elbow at bay and kicked the other one in the face so he would shut up already. As expected, it all went silent in a few minutes. Both of them stopped struggling, their heads dropped.

The girl laid down on the ground to rest a bit and restore her breathing. A minute later, she stood up, still not leaving the strings in her hand, started to drag the two limp bodies. She dragged them towards the kitchen sink and tied it to the faucet. The limp bodies hung uncomfortably but she didn't care about their comfort, they were already dead.

She stood in front of the dead twins in the kitchen, panting and tucked in the charm necklace that fell out of her shirt while struggling against the strong basketball players. A few minutes after standing there, she pulled out a black folding knife from her pocket and held it in her right hand unfolded, but when it stung, she noticed the string had cut into her skin and blood was dripping on the floor now.

She put it aside for the time being and stepped towards the Turner twins. She undid the buttons of Alex's shirt, and cut through Max's grey T-shirt darkened with sweat. Then she leisurely cut big cross marks on both their torsos and examined it until she was satisfied. Then she stood up and took out a handkerchief from her pocket and started wiping at the floor. The smell of blood wasn't the bother just that the police couldn't get any clues from her blood lying at the crime scene. She placed her hand under running water to get rid of any blood on her hand so she doesn't leave any prints in red.

Then she walked over to the counter, picked up Alex's glass, and chugged the rest of the bourbon in it. She wiped her mouth with her uniform sleeve and with one glance towards the dead twins hanging from the kitchen faucet she walked out the front door.