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The Demented Mind of a Serial Killer
This is a story I am making. I am a dark writer, who likes to leave a lot of blanks for you to fill in. Don't judge me or my style of writing. Subscribe if you like it, I will be adding much more.
A New Sheriff in Town
It was very difficult hiding dangerous weapons and illegal items in such a cramped space. Thankfully room checks don't allow them to open any closed doors. I had bought, first and most important, a bullet proof vest with protective pants that were still maneuverable. Upgrading my lowly knife, I pleasurably bought myself a Katana. I have no practice whatsoever with swordplay, but damn, it's just so cool. I bought two Magnums, and of course, a Sniper Rifle.

The sun was bright today. I walked outside and got a good, deep breath. Suddenly over at Ellington I saw three cop cars and an ambulance. My heart raced, with a mix of excitement and fear. I walked forward trying not to look obvious, and fell off the curb again. Great now there's a blood spot nearby with my DNA I heard footsteps coming up.

"Are you alright son?" I looked up and saw a middle aged man in kahkies and a polo. I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up "Yes sir, thanks." He sure wasn't one for beating around the bush, he pulled out two pictures and showed them to me.

"When did you last see these two girls?" s**t, s**t....ok, ok keep it cool.

"Uhhhh....I....uhhh....saw them in the cafe a few days ago, but that's about it, why do you ask?"

He looked at me, "Kiddo, your face is all red, are you ok?" s**t.

"YEAH! I just um, they were both ex-girlfriends of mine! Is something wrong?" Oh yeah, I'm good.

"I see, well it seems they were both murdered last night, and robbed." And that's all you'll ever know about it.

I looked as dumbfounded as I possibly could, " WHATTTTT? HOW?" He pulled out a pad of paper and started writing.

"Slit throat, with a basic kitchen knife." Ok, well he might know that but nothing to fear still.

"Damn....That's horrible. I'm on my way to class, keep me posted please," And my cunning escape.

"See you around son, if you have any more information, call this number." He handed me a business card with his phone number and name: Detective Reeves. I walked away feeling triumphant, but I couldn't help the feeling in the back of my mind. This Reeves fellow would be a nuisance.





 
 
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