Chapter 3

As the killer walked to his next victim wearing simple black jeans and a large black hoodie, he also wore a black mask and some black gloves, lastly black boots

He walked to the house of Jenifer Jones, he thought of what to do, should he cut her body parts into little pieces or just make her death easy and fast

He chose the first option, he was angry and needed a stress reliever

Jenifer lived in a small but expensive apartment, as the murderer walked through the back gate he decided to just climb to her room to save energy

As he easily climbed to the second floor he felt watched and unsafe, as usual, he always felt like this, who won't?

He was a killer for Christ's sake, even step he took was more cautious than the other, he wouldn't want to ever get caught , that would be so terrible

Getting to her apartment balcony was easy but if she locked the door leading to her room from it, it would destroy all plans, going through the lobby was very risky so if her balcony door wasn't opened he would just head back home or get a random victim

Luckily opening the door it was too easy, the idiot didn't bother locking it, as he had thought

She was stupid and deserved to die, a painful one for that matter for being such an idiot

The apartment was luxurious, he should know he had been there severally, ate with her, drank with her , and even laughed with her

He quietly walked to her room well aware the balcony had security cameras, but it would take a good five minutes before he would be noticed

She was sleeping, wearing a white linen sleeping dress, she looked so beautiful and sexy

Always been the one men wanted, but she never looked at the poor ones, she was a gold digger and she didn't deserve to live

Deciding to make things quick the murderer quickly stabbed her heart with his special knife, a golden knife, before she could react she had died, worst of all she had woken up and suffered the last few seconds

Angry he stabbed her at the same place as before, more blood poured out of her chest, gushing faster than before and making some blood gush from her mouth, looking so disgusting and contrasting with her now white face

All the murderer did was smile at her even though she couldn't see his expression

Deciding to start cutting her from her arms the murderer set to work

He went to her kitchen to grab her very own knife and went back to the room

He was about to cut her when he heard sirens close by, shoot they had seen his shadow from the security cameras

He looked at her and her chest area where he had stabbed her twice, she didn't look too bad

The blood had stained her night dress clearly, her eyes were opened and she was white at the face and all over

The murderer quickly got a book from Jenifer's desk and tore a paper out

He got his pen out also and wrote yours truly,death

The paper was now stained with some blood from his gloves as he dropped it on her

He got the bloody knife and dropped it at the side of the paper, holding it down and then for safety measures threw the pen on her as well

The sirens were getting closer, and closer, their noise was agonizing and annoying

The killer had nothing else with him so he simply ran out the same way he came, trying to beat his regular speed

Making tiny noises with his boots and then dripping blood from his arms to lead them towards the balcony, towards him

Then he opened the the balcony door and jumped down the two story building grabbing pipes on his way down

As he got down the back gate he saw the police arriving, little did they know they were too late, did they really think they could outsmart him?, he was careful, very very cautious and made no mistake

"Idiots", he thought out loud laughing at how easy that was, the police were always too slow

He ran towards the opposite of where he was supposed to be headed and when he was done leaving bloody shoe prints he removed his shoe and ran as fast as he could

Blending into the darkness as well as he could

He had always been fast and strong, he could run about 50 miles per hour, which was much for most humans

As he got to the lagoon about 30 miles from the apartment he removed His hoodie and black jean at the public toilet next to it, he cleaned himself with wipes he had seen on the sink, sadly there was no shower in the public toilet

His hand shivered as he remembered what he had done a few minutes ago,why did he have to do it, nevertheless he couldn't go back

He washed his face with water from the sink and brought out a black bag, which he removed a large plain yellow top and shorts

He had left the bag before he went to the apartment, hiding it in the cabinet under the sink, nobody used public toilets anymore, especially this one, it was worn down so he was sure his bag was safe

He socked the black clothes then carried them out of the toilet to the lagoon, throwing them in the dirty water, sure that nobody would find them

He saw them sink before walking away to his car

He entered his car and drove to his destination, if anybody saw him they'd think he was normal, but really he was nothing but a psychopath and all who were close to him were in danger, yet they had no idea

They never realized how psychotic he really was and he preferred it like that, it was just perfect

He never rushed his plans, he took his sweet time making a perfect plan, although he had been taking them fast recently the knew he would never be caught, never

No mistake to be make, no stone left unturned

Exactly how he liked it