The Taste of Death

Chapter 6

               It was the day, Karen Young was about to reach the end of her life. Double digits, my kill count was about to be at ten and I'd never been so ready and eager to kill, that time it felt like I really had a place in the universe by killing all these people, but do all of them really deserve it? Even if they didn't, I wouldn't have cared, killing was my number one hobby and I was lucky enough to want to only murder bad people. It was after my last session of the day which ironically was with Jamie, that day he pointed out that the mark on his face he received from Karen and one of her outbursts when she feels like she's losing in her battle to completely manipulate and own the Skies family. My session with Jamie was over for almost three hours before I closed the office and went to the Post Office, which according to Jamie is where Karen works. I didn't have to follow and essentially stalk Karen for that Jamie told me everything that I'd need to know. I knew where she worked, her personality type, and most importantly, where she was when she wasn't home. Once I got to the Post Office, I just sat in my car and waited for Karen to leave the building to head home. Once I saw her exit and walk towards her car which was ironically parked in the back of the parking lot away from everyone facing the opposite direction, so even if there was someone in the area, they wouldn't have seen anything. I had so many different ideas of how to initially get Karen in my car without getting caught, I never did anything like that out in the open before. My preferred act of interest would've been something quick and silent such as chloroform or a tranquilizer but things weren't that easy to obtain for public use which was pretty obvious, so I did what was best. I slowly got out of my car and crept up on Karen, as she reached her white Range Rover which was clearly purchased for her by the sad man that was Oliver. I knew that killing Karen had to be done for the greater good of the Skies family, yet I felt like I was feeding something inside of me which was the reason for the night terrors, so I really wanted to kill Karen for my own benefit as well. I didn't have many options so once Karen opened the driver's side door to her car, I walked up to her and pushed her partially in the car, closing the door on her skull. I acted on instinct and without thinking, Karen fell into my arms with her head bouncing off the door after it possibly fractured her skull, I knew she wasn't dead already and thankfully she wasn't bleeding, at this point the mission was successful.

               I couldn't have taken Karen back to my apartment for the simple fact that people would roam that area and building twenty-four-seven. I drove Karen's unconscious body to my office and laid her down on the floor after I carried her inside. I quickly walked back to my car and grabbed the plastic wrap and knives I had hidden in the trunk. I walked back in my office and as I stepped in through the doorway I saw that Karen's body wasn't there. That was the only door that someone could leave, so she was in my office somewhere. I sat everything that I just brought inside using a duffle bag to keep it all in to be discreet on the ground. I heard a very faint noise at my desk and when I looked past the wall that was where my doorway was, I saw her foot in the corner facing me. Karen had something in her hand and she was waiting for me to walk over there so she could hit me, that plan wouldn't have worked regardless but she let herself go with allowing me to see her foot. I was intelligent enough to carry a knife in my back pocket, I grabbed and held it in my left hand so she wouldn't see it as I turned left which was towards her. I walked swiftly to her, turning left at the corner sharply and caught her left arm which she swung at me with a pair of scissors from my desk, trying to injure me or most likely trying to kill me, not even caring about who I was or what my motive could've been. Once I caught Karen's left arm with my right hand I quickly pushed the knife into her chest, using all the strength from the left arm to almost lifting her up as the knife was inside of her. I took it out once I realized she stopped crying and screaming and laid her back down on the floor. I killed Karen Young relatively fast, I wanted to talk to her and make her understand the pain she put Jamie through but the idea of all that was then dead in the water. I took the plastic wrap out of the duffle bag and unrolled a little bit of it and set her corpse onto it and rolled her whole body up with it, starting where the puncture wound was. Luckily no blood spilled anywhere which helped me from having to clean anything, except for putting my scissors back and taking her corpse to the old house where I've been hiding every other body. All of Karen's blood was soaked into her clothing and her body was placed in the trunk of my car, the removal of Karen Young from the world is ready to take place for good. I did my usual hour drive to the house, but Karen's body in there with the other decaying and disgusting ones, and went on my way. Stanley's Sub Shop on the way home was ultimately necessary and was the thing I thought about the most on my way to and from the house, other than the night terror. I just assumed that my dreams would stop now that I killed but I wasn't certain, I had to address what happened but didn't know how, for that, a killer can't just talk to anyone nor ask for pieces of advice, so I just let it sink in my brain and decided that I'd address it some other time, sometimes when it was needed. I pulled up to Stanely's and got my usual and went home. Stanley wasn't there so I didn't spend any more time there than needed. I never went by the shop without seeing Stanley so I felt a little odd but I just let it go, I killed and helped psychopaths for a living so everything about my life was odd. Joe greeted me at the door and I enjoyed my meatball sub at the couch, watching tv and occasionally tossing Joe a french fry. Life felt like it was at the most usual state, of what I consider usual, for the first time in a while. I got tired and went to sleep earlier than usual which wasn't too bad considering how little sleep I was getting due to the night terrors. I woke up that morning and didn't have any sessions lined up for the day so I knew that I had the opportunity to spend time with Joe and relax which was nice considering I never got to do that for as long as I'd like. I sat up and realized that I didn't have my nightly night terror. I wasn't upset about it at all, I was actually very relieved. With how my life at work and at home has been going, the disappearance of my night terrors was a big plus. "So Joe, ready to enjoy this beautiful day in New York in the apartment and do nothing? Because I am." I said to Joe and I got up and he jumped on my leg trying to persuade me to carry him, which worked. As I took Joe in the living room and set him down on his pad to use the restroom I looked at him and said, "oh Joe, number 10 has been confirmed and done." Joe looked back at me for a few seconds and then continued to use the restroom on his pad. Joe always knew what type of energy my personality needed to be around, he was and forever will be my boy.