Song: Invisible by Clay Aiken

"You learn what you need to kill and take care of the details... It's like changing a tire... The 1st time you're careful... By the 30th time, you can't remember where you left the lug wrench."-Ted Bundy

February 21st, 2014

The long awaited weekend had finally arrived. I wanted to unwind after a stressful week. Not only had my workload increased, but also the emotional state of my mind went downhill.

I berated myself for letting the last kill get personal. Mistakes like that would get me caught, easily. The police had to work hard in order to catch me.

Imagine! I drowned her. To her, it might had been a terrible way to die. However, the satisfaction of a kill well carried out was not achieved. I had let myself down.

Add in the fact that she was the daughter of one of the richest men in New York and married to another rich man. Apparently, killing one of New York's elite would send the police hot on your tail.

As I sat in front of the television, staring directly at it, but having no clue about what was being shown, I thought of ways to decompress. I could sleep, watch a movie, or go clubbing. At the end, I decided on clubbing.

I planned on having fun, but not drunken fun. The secrets people end up spilling in their drunken state have gone on to haunt them their whole lives. In my case, spilling any of my secrets would end up with me being incarcerated. Who would then terrorize the people of New York City?

If by chance I happened to encounter anyone that would interest me in any way, by all means, I would go after her. The more reason I had to stay sober. All my senses had to be at alert. My best stress reliever was finding the right woman to spend the night with. No, not sex; the other thing.

I downplayed my looks; I didn't want to be conspicuous. In clubs, women tended to flock around men who they thought were good looking.

The club was a twenty-minute walk from my house, so I walked. As I stepped into the club, I involuntarily gagged at the smell of sex, alcohol, and sweat.

My head throbbed along with beats of the loud music coming from the speakers. My eyes ached because of the constant changing of the colored lights that hung from the ceiling.

Servers dressed in skimpy clothing walked past me with trays of drinks in their hands. I walked over to the bar and sat on a stool.

Before a bartender could attend to me, the white dude standing beside me sipping on his bottle of beer said, "Hey." His beer breath almost made me empty my stomach contents right there. Instead of doing that, I held my breath and counted to ten in my head while praying to God for him not to say anything else. There was so much a man could handle.

Not to come out as being rude, I replied, "Hey." Hallelujah to the man up there! The bartender came and saved me before he could open his mouth and release another round of suicide-inducing breath.

I quickly asked for a glass of jack and coke. Immediately, the bartender served my drink and I paid. I vamoosed and went to the dance floor. I had no plan of dancing; I just needed to leave the vicinity of the guy before I became my next victim.

As I tried to maneuver through the crowd on the dance floor, I found myself sandwiched between two busty ladies. They grinded on me for what felt like an eternity, when they noticed that I was as still as a log of wood, they said something in Spanish and left me alone.

The second they left, I took off. I didn't stop running until the music from the club couldn't reach my ears. Then, I exhaled. I didn't realize that I ran out with my drink still in my hand.

In a bit to find a trash can, my eyes scanned my surroundings. That was when I noticed I was on a street that on a normal day I wouldn't dare be at. It wasn't so far away from my house, but it was in a completely different direction. Street light illuminated some parts of the streets.

At different corners, people smoked. The smoke clouded the atmosphere causing my eyes to water. Women with clothes that barely covered their body approached the men that passed by. I was in a location where I had a good view of the street, but at the same time, I was a bit hidden. I used my shirt to wipe of my fingerprints off the glass tumbler and I flung it into a nearby grass.

One particular lady caught my attention. Her long legs bare, but she pulled her worn-out jacket over her slender figure. A cigarette pinched between her lips and a determined look on her face.

She walked up to a man as if she had a mission to accomplish. I instantly felt bad for the man. He just walked into the snare of the devil.

Because of my location, I couldn't hear what was being said but I had a feeling that she was the one. I just had to follow her and confirm my suspicion.

To be inconspicuous, I waited for them to walk a few blocks before I followed. Before I could say Jack Robinson, they entered a run-down apartment building.

I followed them cautiously; making sure no one would notice me. The place felt all too familiar. It brought back memories of my childhood home.

The lady knocked on an apartment door. Why would she be knocking? Was it her apartment? Before I could finish processing my thoughts, the door swung open, revealing a malnourished looking boy. That was all I could make out because a wall obstructed my view.

She whispered something to the boy; he nodded and stepped out of the apartment. All the while, the man watched. As soon as the boy stepped out, the lady dragged the man in and shut the door.

A fly would enter my mouth, lay eggs, and the eggs would hatch because of how long my mouth hung open. I ran my hands down my face, making sure what I saw actually happened.

The fact that the boy sat on the floor in the filthy corridor while his mother or whoever she was to him was with a man inside sent chills all over my body. And the media dared to call me all sort of names when there were worse people than myself out there.

As I left the building, I fumed, but I tried to stay calm. I had to go home, get my car, and get back there before she finished with the man.

Walking would have taken forever, so I took a cab, but I made sure to stop few blocks away from my house. Better safe than sorry.

I walked as fast as my legs could carry me. The things I needed were already in my car, so I got in and drove off. If not because I didn't want a speeding ticket, I would have sped there. Once again, I parked few blocks away and walked there.

Because I didn't want to act suspicious, I put on my poker face and entered the building. Once I saw the boy still sitting on the floor, I let out a sigh of relief. She was still inside. I didn't want to be caught lurking around, so I went and sat in my car while I waited for her to come out.

Sitting in my car, waiting for thirty minutes felt like forever to me. That was how long it took her to come out. All dressed in her skimpy outfit. She went her way while the man went his way, looking well satisfied. I wanted to wipe that look off his face. Instead, I stayed put.

I didn't want her walking too far, so I immediately followed her in my car. As I approached her, I slowed down. I didn't want to be too obvious by making the first move, so I waited for her to notice me.

"Hello, cutie." She winked as she leaned into the passenger side through the opened window. Her breasts threatened to fall out from their too confined space to take a breather.

"Please, this is my first time coming to New York, and I am lost. Could you direct me to any hotel?" I didn't want to come out as someone looking for a one night stand.

"For fifty bucks, I will take you anywhere, sweetheart."

I tapped my chin, pretending to think about her offer. "Sure, why not? Hop in."

And she did, signing her death certificate without knowing it.

I let her direct me for about ten minutes, so she wouldn't be suspicious, because even as she entered the car, her guard was up. When I felt her relax and her guard down, I brought out the syringe already filled with sodium thiopental and swiftly injected it into her arm before she could react.

Her eyes closed, fading into nothingness.           

"You maggots make me sick, I will be avenged. Lucifer dwells within us all."-Richard Ramirez

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