All The Good Girls Go To Heaven
Celebrities Spark And Fade
Oh my, it seems the FBI is duller than I imagined. I left them so many messages, but not one of them suspects me? It’s sad, in a way.
“I’m under your nose!”
“There’s no motive!”
“I always smile!”
“Look at the clues!”
Still, nothing! Oh, the corrupt justice system of the United States of America. They can’t solve a simple murder case. It’s been four months since they were called in! At this rate, my child will be fully grown by the time they get just the slightest bit closer. Oh just incase you haven’t heard already, my precious head people, I’m having a son. How could you not know, I’ve known for two and a half months already! It’s amazing, the things that modern science has done. They can tell the gender of an unborn child from five months of age. I find it quite interesting. Mikey is coming home in three weeks, just in case. What to name it... what to name it... I’ll let him decide that. After tonight, I’m taking a two week break from killing. Make the population think the killer has died, perhaps. Or maybe I’ve gone on vacation? I’ll let them decide. I must continue going out every night, or the neighbors will suspect something. This façade I’m creating, it’s one for the ages.
Oh, the last one in two weeks! I must make it special in some way... but if I try to make each murder special, are any of them special at all? Who knows. I think I’ll get the reporter this time. She’s been looking at me increasingly strangely, lately. I believe she suspects me, but if she had told anyone, I would’ve been questioned or put in jail by this time. I walked up to her house, ringing the doorbell. It chimed an annoying tone as a young blonde woman walked up to the frosted glass. She opened the door just a crack and saw it was me. She closed it, in order to undo the many locks on her door, seven in total. Being a bit paranoid, I believe?
“What do you want?” She said, trying her best to provide a friendly tone, yet failing miserably.
“I would just like to talk a bit. That’s all.” I plastered a smile on my face. She looked relieved as I walked into her living room, sitting down on the too soft couch.
“Now, what did you want to speak to me about?” She said. I could tell she still didn’t fully trust me.
“You believe I’m the one who caused all of these... disappearances. Don’t you?” I said. The woman blushed the slightest bit, just like Mikey does.
"Don't be s-silly." She laughed nervously. "You could n-never do something like that. What reason would I have?"
"You're the worlds worst liar." I said. We spent the next hour or so talking to each other, getting to know each other, and completely avoiding the subjects of murder and suspicion. Little did she know, we were predator and prey.
"I can't believe I ever suspected you without getting to know you first! I'm sorry about that..." She said. I had gained her trust, and she had earned her false security.
"I can see why you suspected me." I said, starting to circle around her chair. "I forgive you." I touched the side of her mouth ever so lightly, gliding my hand up to her ear. "But that doesn't mean you weren't correct." I grabbed a chloroform soaked rag from my pocket and quickly shoved it in front of her mouth. She became unconscious when she took in a breath to scream. I dragged her body into an empty box she had laying around. She had just moved to this house a week ago. With my hood up and my eyes caked with black and red makeup, I dragged her body to the trunk of my car, where she would lay until we got to the torture house that had formerly belonged to my mother. There, I set her up in my newest machine. It was designed to... you know what, I'll let you see for yourselves.
The tearing and ripping into flesh and muscle, the crunching of the heard bones, it's a sound I'm going to miss hearing every day. I watched as my beautiful mechanical wonder drilled nails into her skull, caking her hair in clotted red magic. The other parts of my machine were working just as well. Her ribs were being pounded into her vital organs. The smashing of the four hammers worked her lungs and heart to a pulp. An ax blade I had found was being lowered by the second, swinging through her thighs like a beautiful pendulum. Oh, she's almost gone now. I stopped my machine and cut in her smile. My final message to my police friends? "Expect the unexpected!"
“I’m under your nose!”
“There’s no motive!”
“I always smile!”
“Look at the clues!”
Still, nothing! Oh, the corrupt justice system of the United States of America. They can’t solve a simple murder case. It’s been four months since they were called in! At this rate, my child will be fully grown by the time they get just the slightest bit closer. Oh just incase you haven’t heard already, my precious head people, I’m having a son. How could you not know, I’ve known for two and a half months already! It’s amazing, the things that modern science has done. They can tell the gender of an unborn child from five months of age. I find it quite interesting. Mikey is coming home in three weeks, just in case. What to name it... what to name it... I’ll let him decide that. After tonight, I’m taking a two week break from killing. Make the population think the killer has died, perhaps. Or maybe I’ve gone on vacation? I’ll let them decide. I must continue going out every night, or the neighbors will suspect something. This façade I’m creating, it’s one for the ages.
Oh, the last one in two weeks! I must make it special in some way... but if I try to make each murder special, are any of them special at all? Who knows. I think I’ll get the reporter this time. She’s been looking at me increasingly strangely, lately. I believe she suspects me, but if she had told anyone, I would’ve been questioned or put in jail by this time. I walked up to her house, ringing the doorbell. It chimed an annoying tone as a young blonde woman walked up to the frosted glass. She opened the door just a crack and saw it was me. She closed it, in order to undo the many locks on her door, seven in total. Being a bit paranoid, I believe?
“What do you want?” She said, trying her best to provide a friendly tone, yet failing miserably.
“I would just like to talk a bit. That’s all.” I plastered a smile on my face. She looked relieved as I walked into her living room, sitting down on the too soft couch.
“Now, what did you want to speak to me about?” She said. I could tell she still didn’t fully trust me.
“You believe I’m the one who caused all of these... disappearances. Don’t you?” I said. The woman blushed the slightest bit, just like Mikey does.
"Don't be s-silly." She laughed nervously. "You could n-never do something like that. What reason would I have?"
"You're the worlds worst liar." I said. We spent the next hour or so talking to each other, getting to know each other, and completely avoiding the subjects of murder and suspicion. Little did she know, we were predator and prey.
"I can't believe I ever suspected you without getting to know you first! I'm sorry about that..." She said. I had gained her trust, and she had earned her false security.
"I can see why you suspected me." I said, starting to circle around her chair. "I forgive you." I touched the side of her mouth ever so lightly, gliding my hand up to her ear. "But that doesn't mean you weren't correct." I grabbed a chloroform soaked rag from my pocket and quickly shoved it in front of her mouth. She became unconscious when she took in a breath to scream. I dragged her body into an empty box she had laying around. She had just moved to this house a week ago. With my hood up and my eyes caked with black and red makeup, I dragged her body to the trunk of my car, where she would lay until we got to the torture house that had formerly belonged to my mother. There, I set her up in my newest machine. It was designed to... you know what, I'll let you see for yourselves.
The tearing and ripping into flesh and muscle, the crunching of the heard bones, it's a sound I'm going to miss hearing every day. I watched as my beautiful mechanical wonder drilled nails into her skull, caking her hair in clotted red magic. The other parts of my machine were working just as well. Her ribs were being pounded into her vital organs. The smashing of the four hammers worked her lungs and heart to a pulp. An ax blade I had found was being lowered by the second, swinging through her thighs like a beautiful pendulum. Oh, she's almost gone now. I stopped my machine and cut in her smile. My final message to my police friends? "Expect the unexpected!"
