Us Against the Court [REMAKE]

Chapter Two

Oh you're still here? Perfect. I mean, it's not everyday you tell someone you're a serial killer and they stay to hear more. Unless you're twisted. Are you twisted? Probably, but all the best people are.

Honestly, half of the people I've murdered would probably listen to my life story of how I became a serial killer. But I don't really give them the chance to. But for you? I think I can make an exception.

Being a serial killer is overrated. I know, it's weird I say that, but it really is. It's a lot of work for a high school student who really wants to graduate. Plus, you have to get new disguises, not leave any clues, or anything along those lines. I already slipped up one time and everyone found out I was a girl when they saw me in a house camera that I couldn't see, so now I'm extra careful.

So then why do I do it? Well, at this point I have quite a few fans, and who would I be if I didn't give them what they wanted?

But on a real note, there's a few reasons why I do it. Whether it's watching them go through pain, seeing their dead faces afterward, or looking at the pictures of their children, their grandchildren, their nieces, their nephews, and realizing they'll never go home to them. Maybe that's what gives me the most satisfaction. Knowing someone else is going through what I had to go through.

"Mom? Dad?" The little girl had just woken up from a nightmare and needed the support of her parents, but when she went into their room, they were nowhere to be found. The little girl started searching every room, every corner for her parents.

She was just about to give up when a low, soft voice whispered to her. "Over here" it said.

She has no idea where her parents were, no lead whatsoever. She was a very trusting girl, so she walked toward the voice.

"What's your name, love?" the voice asked.

"K-Kristen," the girl replied. "Have you seen my mommy or daddy anywhere?"

"How old are you, sweets?" The owner of the voice stepped closer to her, revealing he was a man.

"Seven." Kristen took a step back when the man stepped closer.

"Do you want to see your parents, love?" Kristen nodded her head and the man lead her toward two body bags. The girl sat next to the bags, a single tear falling down her face. The man went to unzip the bag, but Kristen stopped his hand.

"Don't you want to see them one last time? Hug them? Kiss them? Tell them you love them? Anything?" The man gave Kristen a very puzzled look.

"No," Kristen said simply. "No thanks."

The figure put his hands at his sides. "She's a special one," he thought. All of a sudden, his watch started beeping.

"Alright, time for me to go and for you to go to bed, love." The figure took her hand and walked her to the house. He opened the door and she went inside. He placed a hand on her shoulder. "I need you to make me a promise, angel."

"Anything," Kristen said, putting all her trust into him.

"You can't tell anyone about this, okay? About me, about your parents, about the weather, anything. It'll be our secret. Like a best friend secret." The man winked at Kristen.

"Okay." Kristen hugged the man.

The man smiled. "Alright, let's seal the deal." The man took a marker out of his pocket and drew devil horns on Kristen's wrist. Then he drew the same thing on his arm. "Now neither of us can break the promise."

Kristen smiled at her new friendship symbol. She stepped inside and the man closed the glass sliding door. The man put his finger up to his mouth, saying "sshhh." Kristen nodded, locked the door, and went into her room.

And that was the last she saw of the man.