From the earth to the morgue

I bit back a smirk as I watched the tv closely. It was the mayor. He was complaining about all of the disappearances again. So far there are five "officially" missing persons. I've killed many more, but they gave up on those people a very long time ago. I chuckled softly, turning my attention back to the TV.
The mayor had stepped down and now a fairly tall man with brown, curly hair stood at the podium. A small blue banner appeared at the bottom of the screen introducing the man as detective Ray Toro, head of FBI. He cleared his throat before speaking,

"I'm not going to lie to any of you. We have no leads. We have no idea how the victims are connected." They aren't. "But I promise all of you we will find these people and bring them home alive." Yeah, good luck with that.

Ray concluded his statement ignoring all of the shocked and disapproving looks from the other detectives. He probably wasn't supposed to promise them that the victims were alive. Because they weren't so sure themselves. He then began answering questions from the small crowd that surrounded him. They were the typical 'How do you plan to catch the kidnapper?' And 'Has the kidnapper left any signature clues?'
But then a small man spoke up,

"How are you so sure the victims are alive?"

Ray took in a sharp breath before answering, "I'm not. There is a very high chance they could be dead, but-"

Ray was suddenly interrupted by a loud wail, "You have to find my son!" A woman howled out from the crowd, "He can't be dead please! He's only twenty-five, please save him!!"

The cameras finally panned to the woman as she continued to blubber on. She had a striking resemblance to Chris. She must be his mother. Ray shushed the slightly panicky crowd before asking the larger woman,

"What's your son's name ma'am?"

She sniffles loudly, "Chris. Chris Duggard." I couldn't help but laugh. He's the only person who actually deserved it.

Ray nodded, "I promise you. I will find Chris and bring him home to you."

I smirked softly, drowning out the rest of his answers, "The little shit had it coming anyway."

"Who had what coming?" Frankie mumbled out from the stairs. His hair was a mess as my shirt loosely hung off of his small frame.

I cleared my throat before responding, "Chris Duggard is missing. They're positive the guy who took the rest of the people have him."

Frankie stared at me for a second before simply stating, "Good."

He then walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, probably to make himself some coffee. He proved me right as he shouted from the kitchen asking me if I would like some.

"I would love some, darling."

Frank then appeared again with two small mugs full of coffee. I smiled wide, taking one of them from him.
His face didn't really have any emotion.
He really didn't seem to be phased at all that Chris was missing.
For fucks sake he said it was good that he was gone.
Maybe I can tell him what I do now!
Wait.
Fuck.
No. I can't.
He'd freak out.
He may hate Chris, but I don't think he could cope with the idea of him being dead, especially since I did it for him.
Not yet anyway.

"Can I change the channel? This shit is hella depressing." Frank suddenly said, taking me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, um, yeah. Sure. Sorry I was just wondering what was going on in the town."

"Well it's all the same news. Especially with that lunatic still running around kidnapping random people." Frankie said simply before sipping from the small mug he had clasped in his hands.

I gulped hard. Frankie thinks I'm a lunatic?

"I don't know why the police think the victims are connected anyway. It's obvious it's out of random. How would it go from typical suburban dad to some tourist to some fat bastard who hasn't left this town once? It just doesn't add up. The guy is just doing it for the hell of it. He probably gets a high off of it."

I bit the side of my cheek harshly to keep any words from escaping.

"I bet you anything those people are dead. What's the point in just taking these people and just keeping them there. They'd probably identify the guy with no problem, so he would never be able to let them go if that was the case. So of course they're dead. I don't know how that detective can just get all of those people's hopes up."

I found myself chuckling softly, nodding, "Yeah. I guess you're right." I sighed softly, "But wait. Wouldn't that mean Chris is probably dead now too?"

Frankie didn't even turn to look at me before nodding, "Probably."

"And that doesn't phase you?"

"Not really. He probably fucked with the wrong person. I wouldn't be surprised." Frankie continued to slowly sip from his coffee.

I couldn't stop my brain from jumping from thought to thought. My head was a fucking mess.
Did he care or not?!
Does he really think I'm just some lunatic??
I wouldn't be surprised if he did.
Fuck. How could he not?!
I'm just going around and fucking slaughtering people.
Fuck.
He can't know the truth.
Not anytime soon.
And for some reason I feel like that stupid detective is going to try and trace it all back to me.
I was the last seen with Macie and Chris.
I'm sure that's the only lead they have anyway. Of course he's going to use it.

I just need to keep that detective away and we'll be okay.

Notes

((((((Sorry it's so short and has a lot of dialogue.))))))