The darkest corner

"The darkest corner"

(By Grace Diaz)

His lifeless body was covered with a white sheet, the blood was still fresh on the floor.

A sliced throat would be one of the messiest crime scenes of all, especially if the 'victim' keeps fighting for his life.

Detective Parker took a careful look around the room, his desk, his closet, even under the bed for just a hint on the case.

Terry Highfields was just an average (family) man, a loving father and husband, a hard-working nurse who was liked by everybody. His wife and kids would be devastated once they find the tragic news.

"I talked to the neighbors and nobody saw or heard anything, they were pretty shaken by the news." said Parker's partner Sossa.

"This doesn't look like an attempt of a robbery because nothing's missing." said Parker "No signs of a break in either, all the doors and windows were properly closed when I got in." she added.

For several minutes they tried to come up with a bunch of theories about a motive or a suspect.

I smiled from the darkest corner of the room, where none could see me. They could have never guessed that the murderer was still in the room, amateurs!

I had no remorse; I knew I had done the right thing. One thing that I regretted, that I had killed him in the bedroom, ruining a perfectly good wall to wall carpet.

They would be working in this case for a while, since I left no clue; I never did.

My work there was done, so I abandoned the place.

My feet moved at a fast pace across the neighborhood, trying to find the next one, after all, ending lives is what I do.

I had seen enough blood for the night, so from the darkest corner of the porch, I watched just like she collapsed on the steps.

Norma Forth, a fifty-seven years old college professor, never married and no kids. This woman would be missed by her students, colleagues, friends, and neighbors.

Such a tragedy that her life ended this way, poison is always painful but effective if the given quantity is good enough.

Mister Alfano, the next-door neighbor saw her when he was coming home from work, he called the police.

It was one of the quickest cleans up I have ever seen, her body was fast removed and taking to the morgue for examination.

Neighbors gathered at her front door, all wondering what could have happened to this woman.

"I'm glad her mom is not here to see this, she wouldn't have taken it, that poor woman!" said Mister Cole.

Mrs. Forth had sadly passed only five months before, what a heartbreaking loss that has been for Norma!

A couple of hours before sunrise, still enough time for one more job to be done.

Right by the end of Main street, almost at the edge of town, lived Maureen Carter and her husband Paul Carter. Their house was the biggest of the block, home to one of the richest couples in town.

Maureen and Paul didn't have children of their own but were foster parents to several kids over the past five years.

These two doctors brought these kids that didn't have families and welcomed them in their picture-perfect home.

So, when tomorrow morning the police discover their two lifeless bodies in their basement would be incredibly surprised and lost to see them gone for good.

What a sad story this one is going to be since they decided to take their own lives!

Who would have thought Paul shoot Maureen in the head to shoot himself moments later!

It looked sick from my corner, yes, sick but right as hell.

I've always been a professional, so I never leave anything out, I always take care of all the details. I've been doing this for so long that it just comes naturally.

As the night was coming to an end, I walked into the woods, where I could hide in my own corner of the world.

My job was done, at least for the night, there are countless nights for me to keep doing what my destiny set up for me.

Taking lives is what I do, ever since I can remember, but these black wings never bothered me, never felt like a burden.

A new town, new jobs to be done when the sun goes down, today, tomorrow and for always.

Those who know who I am, fear me, condemn me, disapprove of me. It's not easy understand what needs to be done, when the world sees you as a villain.

So many serial killers have killed innocent people since the beginning of times, some were even worshiped, some were 'saviors' that came into this world to save as all, and people still kill in their names.

I have been named 'The angel of death', and I stick to that name, I don't mind.

I'm not savior or saint, I'm not light or compassion but I am no monster either.

I kill three, four or maybe more per night; do I look heartless, or merciless? Perhaps, to the naked eye.

Terry Highfields, such a great impostor, pretending to be the greatest family man, when in truth he used to drug women in the hospital so he could sexually assault them.

Norma Forth, what a great act she put on, crying like a little child at her mother's funeral, when it was her who slowly poisoned the poor woman.

Maureen and Paul Carter would bring kids home and have them participate in their orgies, making them believe they were spreading the will of God.

I know I'm seen as a vicious murderer, a ruthless son of a bitch. I see myself as a misunderstood hero.

I make the world a better place, little by little, picking up the garbage every single night.

In the darkest corner I will remain, watching the true villains as they fall from their ungrateful existence.

Would you see me as a hero as well?

The End