It's been a couple minutes and the flames on Tom's hand and lower arm were gone. What was left was a exposed bone and muscle leaking out blood, and some brunt skin hanging on for dear life. I was glad when I saw he was still awake, not letting the pain of the fire knock him out. He had sweat all over his face dripping and dripping down. His breathing has intensified and could she he was In some sort of state from the burns.

"You can't die on me yet," I echo. "It's not anything compared to what's going to come."

He gives me a look of pure anger. "Is this what you did to Rachel. Torture her till she gave out on you," right fist tightened

"No, no of course not. I tied her up, talk to her a bit, then stabbed her in the throat causing immediate death."

"She didn't do anything to you."

"So? I was helping her out."

"Helping?" He sneered.

"Yes, helping, Rachel dressed like a slut, acted like she was invincible. Someone was going to get to her before me and do much darker things," I explained grinning at the reaction on his face, then relaxing my face. "Oh, you know this was fun at first, but now I'm just bored.

I took back out the my pocket knife and opened it back up. He stayed quiet as I smiled while examining the knife. Thinking of what this little thing could do.

"You see this?" I show him. "I could kill you with this, but I'm not," I put away knife back in my pocket. "Now what I am going to use is something much better."

I start to hum as I walk over to my trusted table of goodies. Looking through my collections of weapons I see the one I want and grab it. Humming even louder, I take the knife and scraped it across the table as I walk like I'll usually do. The knife I was using was the butchers knife I used to kill Rachel. I thought it would be right to use to the same knife to kill Tom since they are father and daughter.

I walk over back to him, and smile. He looked at the knife and saw the blood on it, and seemed to stiffen up.

"I wish I wasn't so bored already or I would do more," I sigh as I start twisting the knife around in my hands. "Oh, and this very knife was used to kill your daughter."

"Go to hell," he spat at me and missed.

"Tisk, tisk," I let out a laugh. "Tell your daughter I said hi."

"No, ple-"

I stabbed him straight in the heart, and his begging for his life was cut off with it. I could hear him gurgling as blood filled his mouth. Drowning his in a ocean of his own blood. His eyes went to a to a lifeless glass just like his daughters did. Now he was dead, and it all went too fast, but now I can rest knowing will get in my way.

I walk over to the freezer and unlock it, I keep it open as I walk back over to the lifeless Tom. I untie the rope, and his body slightly drops forward. I quickly pick him up, and put him over my shoulder, I walk over to the freezer and lay him down next to his daughter.

I smiled. "Look at that, you found your daughter," I calmly said. "Now shut up," I roughly sneered as I shut the door.

I began to do my routine of cleaning around in the basement. Burning the rope, scrubbing the chair, cleaning the knifes, everything.

After the basement was back to it's normal state, I jogged back upstairs, then went to the bathroom to take my second shower of the day. I opened the door to the bathroom, then closed it, locking it. I began to undress my gasoline, and sweat filled scent of clothes. Turning on the water I look at my face, and realized I had some spots of blood scattered across my face.

"Huh," I say as I run away the specks.

Soon the mirror turned foggy, and I realized the water was now ready. I went into the shower, and again rinsed away all my stress, anxiety, everything that shouldn't be. Again my thoughts filled me. I have now killed four people in total, and my plans on there being a fifth one or not was still processing. The bodies in the freezer though would be a problem. Space was running out and it was time that I expose of them somewhere, where no one could ever find them.

Hanging on to those thoughts I turn off the water, and wrap a towel around me quickly while I exit the bathroom, and head to my room. I throw on a white t-shirt and pair of sweats. Checking my phone, I see it is only 5:25 pm.

"Long day," mumble as I head down stairs to the kitchen.

I make some dinner for myself. Ending up picking soup, I heat it up while turning on the television. As I am getting myself a spoon for my soul for when it's ready I see the television is on the news like it was on this morning.

"The search for Rachel Grey deepens-"

"For the love of God she is one person," I comment as I open the microwave grabbing my soup.

"Close to a dozen reports of a man talking to Rachel a couple hours before her death have been looked into to-"

My attention fully draws to the television. "Oh you gotta be fucking kidding me right now. Almost a dozen, bullshit," I sit my soup down and start pacing around the kitchen. "They won't figure it out I was too careful. I was the best detective in this state, I know what I'm doing."

"Further information will be added when more is known about the disappearance of Young Rachel Grey."

"Yeah keep talking that'll help, idiots," I say under my breath as my thoughts race.

It would be the end of me if they found anything connecting to me. Goddamn it was I not careful enough, I have to do something to not get caught. Whatever it takes I will do it. If it takes me every once of strength physical, and mentally I will do.

"Someone may be next," I randomly catch myself say without realizing.

I shake my head, and start think if it would be smart to kill someone else so soon, but then I remember everyone needs to be set free from this world. No matter who they are.