Prologue: “What a Night!” I listened to her voice. It was sweet, almost innocent, and held a slight southern accent; she wasn’t from around here. Perhaps, she was a college girl miles away from home. It doesn’t matter. All that matters, is the ritual. I needed to do this. The girl walked away from the club, where she previously resided, to the other side of the road. I made my way towards her. I’ll admit the fact that I was giddy, like a prepubescent schoolgirl. As I crept closer, I could smell the cheap, strawberry fragrance coming from her; an attempt to mask the smell of alcohol and sweat, of course. Believe it or not, I was nervous. One mistake would ruin everything I had worked for: my life, my mask, my ritual…everything. I would not- …show more content…
The feeling of my hands upon her soft, fragile throat, the knife in my hand and the look of hopelessness in her eyes sent my emotions spiraling into euphoria. She had no clue as to why I had forced myself upon her in that dark alley. To be honest, I do not know why I chose her either. It was just a sudden, unplanned action with no explanation. The girl was in the wrong place, at a slightly convenient time. I chuckle at this thought, while sipping my now lukewarm coffee. It appears, as though, I left it cooling for too long. I downed the last of my diner shop coffee and receded back into my thoughts. Chapter One: Reminisce "James? James...you 've been staring off like that for a while. Got something on your mind?" I flash my sorry excuse for a half-smile at my partner apologetically. "Shit, I’m sorry, Victoria. It 's a case that 's bothering me. Do you remember the young girl, back in May, found in an alleyway strangled and stabbed?" Her face grew dark. "If you 're referring to the one found near Parkway, then yes, I do. Is that what 's bothering you?" "Yea, I can 't get her face out of my head and her family won 't give up on the case. It 's been six years. I just don 't understand what they expect to find after so …show more content…
I stuck the card into my wallet and proceeded to leave to investigate the club. The commander left me with one, final demand: “Go catch that sonofabitch.” - If there were ever a time when crime did not exist, I would never believe the history books, because the world we live in now is a fucking cataclysmic mess. Someone, somewhere, must have pulled the plug and unleashed a flood of hatred on mankind. The neighborly love is, now, long forgotten. The older generations pity the younger and can only watch as they destroy each other over stupid feuds and mistakes. All I can ever think about is, “Is any of this worth it?” - “What do you mean, you don’t have any records of who comes in and out of your club?” “I mean exactly what I said. We have way too many clients to keep up with. As long as they pay me, I don’t give a rat’s ass who they are.” I sighed in annoyance and decided to call it a night. I had been here all night and had quite enough of this guy’s bullshit. I called Victoria and explained the situation to her. We decided to give it another go
The air hung around them, tensed and quiet. The fragility of her emotion was threatening to shatter. It is as if that time stood still for her. She fingered the brim of her notebook, nervously and took notice of the cup of coffee on her side. Controlling the sudden urged to drown the caffeine all at once; she carefully picked the cup and warily sipped its content. It had long been cold, and her tongue appreciated that fact.
“It sounds personal to me,” the blond woman said. I felt myself nodding in agreement. “I'm sure the police---”
The patient was more beautiful than she realized. If only she could see it for herself. The color from her dainty face had drained to a sickened green tint and her eyes widened in fear. The walls of the clinic exam room were ordained in calming colors, but offered the young woman no comfort. She continued to blink rapidly as if she would awaken from the nightmare; her long eyelashes could not fan the health worker’s words away. She thought it was harmless, just a night of fun. It made her feel valuable and attractive. Yet being desired now left her alone, crumpling to the floor screaming between sobs and desperately reaching to the empty air around her. She couldn’t grasp any security. Not only did that harmless night of fun result in her becoming
I cleared my throat and welcomed them in giving Maria a look. They all sat down and talked. I heard Peggy saying bad things about me, I can't let her ruin my reputation. The woman, Eliza was listening. She can't listen to my horrible deeds. So, I decide to break the conversation.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I was hoping you and your friends could solve that mystery.”
“Palma Violet. It says here she's a Forensic Psychologist. She just finished a case involving a string of supposed suicides.” He responds, glancing back at the paper, making sure he is correct.
Next, he didn’t know if it was her that kissed him, or the other way around. All he felt was the feeling of her lips against his and her cool touch. All he tasted was her quirky pizza flavored lip balm. All he heard of the deep, dense silence of the empty mansion. All he saw was the soothing, calm black of the back of his eyelids. All he smelled was the scent of her pretty perfume. Finally, all he thought about was the dense fog being lifted from his mind for the first time since.
...arate occasions; first time in the late nineties, as a betrothed, migrating temporarily to the western state; second time four years later, a ring added, and everything else the same. She lured me into her sensuous web with promises of heathen desire. Now U2 plays and other memories from my teens and early twenties come as I race across streets, bang on cars, rush to join a crowd that I no longer see, so keen and now … different. The girl, English accent, cute in my shirt, stands on the front porch after one of the many sexual expeditions, a relationship based on sex, drunken sex, never sober, and I have the customary cigarette while two other friends sit inside my shadowy glow. They feel my passion, or the remnants.
Heels click against the cool sidewalk. Tonight she was going to forget about everything. The boy that she just walked in on sleeping with her best friend was not going to get her down. Her black dress seemed to give her the extra confidence boost that she was feeling right now, or it was the bottle of whiskey she had in her purse that was halfway gone. The bar she walks in has a wall of musky scent blocking the entrance. She didn’t care, because right now all she needed was more booze.
“I don’t tend to approach women in clubs, but I couldn’t leave here without at least speaking with you. It’s not every day you meet such a beautiful woman”.
“Of course. I played an angry mother seeking justice for a teenage daughter who got raped and murdered. The case took months to ended up unsolved; the mother needs to do something right?”
The boy fixed them with a grisly stare. His head leaned as he slumped into the hard plastic chair. “I'm… I guess I just want to. It's like, telling someone something to make conversation.”
"Nonsense, if you remember, this won’t be the first murdered person I've seen. I assume that's why all these cops are here."
Rose pauses for a moment and says: "Thank you for that fine forensic analysis, Mr. Bodine. Of course the actual experience of it was somewhat less clinical."
“Yeah.” Gavin said dumbly. His mind raced on deciding whether to run or talk to the threatening figure which loomed uncomfortably above his head.