One Shots

the story of a serial killer

genre: psychological, drama
language: english/ filipino

Tw: violence, murders, physical and verbal abuse

"Run, or I'll torture you 'til you beg for death instead."

A maniacal smile crept on my lips. The woman in my arms struggled as I stab her stomach multiple times.

"Help! H-Help!" Blood oozed out from her mouth. Her eyelashes were fluttering, I can feel that her energy is depleting and her eyes is wishing nothing but to kill her murderer.

I laughed. "Darling," I caressed her cheek, "Stop struggling if you wished to die quickly."

My means of torture is extreme. Dying is the best way for her to escape the pain.

She's been begging for me to just let her sleep. I feed her sleeping pills but I also prevent her from falling asleep by removing her nails one by one.

"Y-You..."

That was the last word she uttered before her conciousness faded. She's dead.

I threw her wounded body away from me. "How boring.." I uttered as I stare at her with dissatisfaction.

I'm at a remote mountain, those old stupid geezers will come here sooner or later.

I cleared all the possible evidences they could use to capture me. Those policemen will not gonna find anything.

I exited the mountain quietly, even the shoes I wore were not my size, as to avoid suspicions if something went wrong.

I disposed the gloves and the clothes that I wore in a river, even if they find those, they will not trace anything.

My heart is filled with happiness. My stomach is longing for more killing. But I have to lie low for now. The woman I just killed is a big shot from the Entertainment Industry.

The next day, news about an A-lister actress who got murdered spread throughout the country.

"As for now, the police force is still investigating the brutal murder that happened in Mount. Avah.." I heard the reporter from the television.

I turned it off. I need to sleep.

Weeks have passed and the death of a famous actress remained unsolved.

I was walking at an alley when I felt something's wrong. I can feel that someone's following me.

My gaze sharpened but I continued walking calmly.

Two dark figure appeared in front of me, I looked at them unfazedly.

"Devan Wacker. 27 years old, works at an electronic company, son of Rosalia and Kyle Wacker," A stern feminine voice came from the small figure. A policewoman?

"How do you know me? Who are you?!" I look at them making myself looked scared.

The man on her left laughed without any humor.

"Truly a skilled serial killer.." The man mumbled and smiled coldly.

I can hear it due to my sensitive hearing.

Shit.

My face remained calm, I looked at them confusedly. "Is there something wrong, sir?"

"Hmm, are we mistaken? Why are you still out this late at night?" He asked me.

"I need to buy materials, so if you'll excuse me," I smiled politely and walked past them.

The man grabbed my arm. "Buy what? Materials for your next victim?"