Camp Charlie

Chapter 20

Song : Satisfaction by Zayn

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Hannah gritted her teeth in silent fury. Her eyes met his and she found him mirroring the same expression. The fact that she had managed to break his calm and cool composure to reveal his unstable and vulnerable self gave her some satisfaction. She felt that for once she had the upper hand in this conversation even when her hands and feet were tied together. 

As for Charlie, he hated the influence she had on him. She always managed to enrage him like no one else did. It was becoming very difficult for him not to hurt her. But he couldn't do that. Atleast not before he had told her everything that he wanted her to know.

He inhaled a deep breadth and his lips curled into a wicked smile.

"No, I won't kill you now. Not before you know how I killed each one of your friends."

She did not let any kind of emotion resurface. The silence prevailed until he continued.

"So! Where was I?"

She closed her eyes as her mind braced itself for the vile tale he was about to tell her.

After ending my father's life, I felt satisfied for some time. I had always thought that after killing him, my hunger for killing would have been satiated but I was wrong. I had become addicted to it. That's when I knew that I was a prisoner to my addiction. Murder was drug that took me to another level. A level that no ordinary drug could've taken me to. Nothing else could've ever given me the thrills that this addiction of mine gave me.

I had started living for this thrill, for this passion. Whenever I could feel the blood of my victim on my hands, I felt high. Higher than those clouds. Higher than the sky itself.

As for my next kill, it was a guy named Abel. I found him inside a church. You might wonder that what was a guy like me doing inside a Church? I had always been fascinated by that place. My grandfather was an atheist, so I never went to a church as a boy. So one day I just woke up and decided that I wanted to go to a church.

The way that they spoke about all the good things in life made me sick. The only thing that I was interested in was the devil himself. I started reading the texts of the Bible that had mentioned him. Lucifer was someone that I could relate to. There was nothing wrong with him wanting the same power as God. Just at the thought of that he was sent to hell. Outcasted by those angels, he created a place he could rule, the hell.

Abel used to come to the church everyday. He started talking to me eventually. He told me about the great things he had felt, ever since he had come to that place. I never felt any of that. What I wanted was a chance to kill. I asked him to help me by saying that I need someone to guide me for I had sinned. He agreed.

I gave him an address. It was of an old graveyard. I had fun killing him. I did not kill him right away. I had a big wooden cross specially made for him. I crucified him.

I nailed his body to that cross and then slit his throat. In that way, he was closer to his God. He definitly met the most holy and sacred end on this planet.

The sickening tale that he told with so much pride, had shook Hannah from the top to bottom. Her heart ached for all those innocent people and her mind was busy trying to plan Charlie's death. She wanted justice for those people and for him to pay for his sins.

The extent to which he went to justify his killings made her even more angry. It wasn't passion but madness and there was no beauty behind it. His words provoked her and he as a person made her sick. Anger and adrenaline both surged through her veins. Her nails dug deeper into her palms until she could feel the blood flow throgh her palms and moisten her hands. 

A wicked smile worked it's way to his face when he saw her deep in thought. Her cheeks were red, probably because she was angry. He loved the effect he managed to have on people. Some felt intimated, most were scared but she was one of the few who managed to feel angry. Their anger had never made any sense to him. Being intimated meant that people admired him. Being scared meant the usual, the fear of death. But anger wasn't justified. They could never feel angry just because he was about to kill them, that what he always told himself.

He continued after some time without waiting for her to say anything.

I had a lot of fun killing like that. I felt like an artist and that was my masterpiece. My head and body ached to do something like that again. The whole police department was so confused; they had no suspects. The whole internet was blasting with news about the murder of Abel.

When they had no leads even after two months, they picked up the first person they could find and put him to trial. Being a serial killer, there is one thing that I absolutely hate and that is when someone else gets the the credit for things that I do. The person was someone who had the misfortune of being near the crime scene. I didn't want him to be punished for something he hadn't done. What I really wanted was for the police to not solve the case. This meant that the file had to be closed. 

So I did something unexpected; I committed a copycat crime and guess who was the victim this time?

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Hey everyone! I haven't been able to update for a really long time due to school and other stuff. I don't think that I'll be able to post regularly for about 2 weeks but after that I'll surely get back to writing. 

Also, I've seen people mentioning songs or playlists to listen to. I really wanted to do that so I'll be mentioning a song in the beginning of each chapter. I'll add songs for the previous chapters really soon.
Till then, stay safe.