The Urge to Kill

7

I quickly headed off, speed walking down the streets towards the apartment complex, thoughts racing though my head. Maybe I was a crazy and psychotic soon-to-be murderer. I didn't want to believe it. I still don't want to believe it. I shook my head in disapproval of my own thoughts, keeping my head up high.

As fast as you could say literature-club, I was there. Haha. I tried to remain calm and collected, I didn't want people giving me weird looks. I took the elevator up to her floor, taking deep breaths. I wasn't sure why I was so invested into this possible choice. I had never felt that way for others that I looks into. It was strange, and very much out of the ordinary. Nevertheless, I continued my act, taking more deep breaths. Why was I acting this way? Was I going mad?

Before I got to the door, I could see that the camera was still completely botched. Excellent. I walked up to her door, pushing my ear to her door, to check if people were visiting. I was a little unsure. I figured the muffled talking was the TV, as I gave three knocks on her door. I waited for a bit, feeling like I could explode. But then, she answered.

"Hi, how can I...oh! You! How are you?" Elizabeth said, seeming surprised at my visit.
"Hi Lizzy! Yeah, I'm alright," I replied, letting out a fake little sigh.
"You not seem alright, is something wrong? What do you need me for?" she said, giving me a somewhat concerned look.
"Well, my dogs gone missing, and I was asking around if anyone's seen him," I answered.
"Oh dear. I'm afraid I haven't seen him," she said, looking at the ground. I try to keep my act going.
"It's fine, I'll keep asking around," I said, turning away. But, before I could think of something to say next, Lizzy did the next step for me.
"Would you like to come in and have some tea? You must be so stressed!" she exclaimed, gesturing her hands towards her door, inviting me in. Of coarse, I accepted the offer and went inside. Yes!

Her flat was a little barren. It wasn't messy, but it wasn't completely tidy either. Elizabeth apologises for the mess, and tells me to take a sheet on her sofa. I gently move her laptop onto the tea table and take a rest on the couch. She asks me what tea I want and blah blah blah. But obviously, you don't want to hear any of that irrelevant talk, you just want to know the juicy stuff, right? Well, I'm sorry to break it to you, but there isn't much to mention. She pretty boring, if I'm being honest with you. Yes, she's kind at heart, and yes, she's pretty and knowable, but aside from that, she doesn't really have a personality.

She shifted the conversation to me a couple times, but I did my best to keep the main topic as her. Anytime I asked about her, she happily yapped about her life. Oh. My. God. My mind was going nuts at this point, yet it was also oddly calm. She lives alone, and both her parents live in a different country. I was pretty glad to hear that. She's pushing herself closer to being number one on my list, haha! Her job is working in the fraud department in the bank, she works twice a week, which opens up more time for me to come when I please to...do the deed. She also seems to not have many friends, as she talked about how she spends a lot of her time staying in her apartment when she's not working, and fills it by reading and stuff like that. My mind, although was calmed by finally talking to Lizzy gain, started to race with all this new information. It was going ballistic.

My thoughts gave a distant call. It grew louder and louder as I continued talking to Elizabeth. It was growing at a faster and faster rate before it was the only thing that occupied my brain. She was  t h e   o  n  e .

As I walked down the streets that lead me back home, I couldn't help but feel guilty? That's the best word I can think of to describe that feeling I had that day. Why? Why was I feeling that way? Why was I all of a sudden having those emotions for a candidate? I'd never felt like that. I had done so much investigating on so many different people, yet, for some reason, I was feeling slightly...weird? when it came to Lizzy. In a way, I felt like I was betraying a friend. But I knew she was the one. The call that motivated me to do this was finally changing. It wasn't telling me to kill SOMEONE, it was telling me to kill HER.

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