I awoke like I did every single day. I took a shower, put on my clothes, ate my breakfast and made my way to school. My palms were dry like the desert. My heart neighed like a hungry animal begging for something to feast on. Grabbing my chest, I could feel my dead heart attempting to bring itself back to life. A feeling not common to me. Before my heart revived itself, I choked it out of all its life.
Now my heart sounded like the footsteps of a man with no will. Like it always was before. Was it fear? No, it was something else. Excitement. I've only experienced this feeling a couple times before. The idea of being caught should terrify me so why didn't it? Did I want to be caught? Have I finally overplayed my hand? I pondered these questions in my head, piecing together this feeling.
My heart beat for one simple reason. I didn't want to pay for my crimes, nor have I gone above my head. But for the first time in my life, I got to finally face a challenge. I've always sought out for someone who might bring me a challenge however I've never found them and to fill that void I've begun killing people. It was the only thing that gave me freedom from this deep dark abyss inside me.
I couldn't feel sorry for them, I couldn't feel sorry for myself. The only thing I could feel was excitement but now I found something even better. This might be my last hope for a challenge. If no one in the police can threaten me, then will I ever experience my first real idea of a challenge.
Walking through the school building I felt a tense aura through the building. Everyone had worried looks on their faces. Sweat beads rolled down their faces like a waterfall. With the new mass murder on the loose everyone had the right to be afraid however they didn't need to worry for now. I wouldn't target them. Targeting any of my fellow classmates would draw heavy attention towards me and for now I can't have that.
I need to see how far the police develop through the murders. When they begin to figure out the area where most of the killings take place, then that'll be the moment when I can take the offensive. For now, all I need to do is act normal and wait for them to close in. The police will then conduct thorough interviews on everyone within my neighborhood and that'll force an interaction with my family and them. I'll be able to gain an insight into who I'm dealing with and know what I must deal with.
The police should be able to figure out that much. The only issue would be how I would get rid of them. While sitting at my desk contemplating the police investigation I heard a loud shout across the room. Looking up I saw Orson with his phone out and a video playing the news of the murders. When we looked eyes, he ran straight towards me barely being able to keep his excitement in check. When he was barely an inch away from my face he began talking erratically in a way that was barely coherent.
"Ttttttrevor so I've been looking at the most recent news about the H-Town gouger and I've been thinking that me and you should begin investigating it for ourselves. You know what types of rewards you'll get from helping the police? Like a shit ton of money."
"First of all, Orson you need to calm down. Second that would be idiotic because we don't have the resources that the police have and the killer from the looks of it is extremely smart so unless we have someone with incredible intelligence and police training there's no way we could help."
".... Hmmm I guess you're right. Oh well it was worth a shot." Orson said with a broken and dejected look on his face. Orson wanted to help and that's who he is. A good person always trying to help others in need, however I can't have him taking up my personal time.
Slowly but surely the day began to go by. At lunch me, Orson and Thomas sat together eating a couple of sandwiches, watching everything go by. However, unlike before everyone was on high alert. Any one of them could be a killer and they wouldn't know it so keeping an eye on everyone around you was smart.
Not wanting to stick out like a sore thumb I began to reciprocate the gazes of fear towards everyone. I blended in perfectly and was able to force myself to sweat like everyone else. Keeping up the image of a scared high school student was exhausting but it was necessary to fit in.
While looking around I heard a rough and rigid voice behind me. When I turned around, I saw a tall and muscular man standing behind me. He had long facial hair and fat cheeks that could hold rocks. His neck was long and tough with veins running through it like the insides of a human stomach that was torn apart by a saw. I inquired on what the beastly man wanted.
"Trevor, I need you to go drop off some boxes in Mr. Smith's room. Also bring Thomas, it might be too heavy for you to carry all the boxes alone."
I nodded in compliance to Mr. Hendersons request. I signaled for Thomas to follow me. While upstairs, in the third building, we chugged along the large brown slightly torn boxes to Mr. Smith's room. Walking through the milky white corridors I spotted in the corner of my eye an interesting sight. A group of women were running around, yelling and exhausting whatever stamina they had.
Looking closer I spotted one woman that caught my eye. She had long blonde hair that was tied together in a ponytail. Her hair swung around like a gazelle trying to avoid its predator. Her green eyes could soothe the heart of any man and make him kneel before her. She wore long black tights that accentuated her bottom. She was a good-looking woman however she fell slightly behind my Ms. Monroe, in beauty. Her name was Hannah.
While looking at her I could see her head dart at me.
Her sage green eyes sunk into my soul like the devil but unlike the evil aura that the devil would admit her eyes showed nothing but powerful emotions of love and anger. She was longing for something that she couldn't get. I didn't know what she was waiting for but all I knew was that if she just kept on staring at me then she would lose her basketball game.
She didn't notice it, but she was completely spaced out. Her own teammates were yelling at her in anger. Their erratic shouting didn't snap her out of her gaze until someone threw a basketball at her head. Snapping out of her gaze she returned to her basketball game but not before giving me a dead look.
It's been a while since me and Hannah have spoken, to be exact it's been 12 years since we last spoke, but I don't know what happened that caused us to fall apart. Me and her were childhood friends. The memories of us hanging out were short but nice. I never cared about being around her, but my sister would always drag me outside to be with them. Me, Carla, Hannah and a bunch of other kids, that I didn't care enough to know about.
I continued to unload the boxes in Mr. Smith's room. Eventually after loading all the boxes in the room me and Thomas were left alone in the hallway. The quiet walls spoke louder than we did. The silence was so loud I could hear the heartbeats of the walls. I may have been able to blend in as a normal student, but I struggled to mimic the emotions that came with the normality.
Checking my watch, I saw that we still had some time to kill before lunch was over. Me and Thomas decided to go to the rooftop of the school and waste the last 10 minutes of the day up there. While on the roof we leaned on the railing with our backs facing the endless sky. Like before the silence spoke more than we did. Neither of us knew what to say.
Thomas always had a blank stare on his face, his eyes showed more emotions than the exterior of his face. No matter what you do you won't be able to crack his bleak face. I've tried. As the minutes passed, the hours shadowed over it. The slow and painful clicks from my watch resonated around the roof creating a daunting atmosphere. Eventually Thomas spoke.
"... The police have advised people to travel in groups of three, it seems like the investigation is starting to tighten up. They haven't even found a suspect. You think they'll find the killer?"
"Doubt it. They're getting desperate and are trying to force the killer to come out of where their hiding. It won't work."
"... Possible."
Thomas one word response was the last thing I heard before the bell rang. The last class of the day was Science. Meaning I had to see Ms. Monroe again. Great.
Arriving in the classroom I saw Ms. Monroe sitting down staring at her exam papers.
She didn't notice me enter the room, so I decided to do the thing she loved. I quietly walked over to her desk without alerting her. When I got close enough, I snuck behind her and wrapped my arms around her neck. She was shocked at my tenderness, but she loved this stuff.
"T-trevor W-what're you doing?" She asked. I said in a soft voice "I'm just a man hugging his girlfriend. Why is that a problem?" Trying to butter her up.
"N-no but you scared me, next time a heads up would be nice."
Her nervousness died quickly as she began to feel insatiable amounts of love flowing through her. I didn't understand how she was getting turned on by something like this but to each other's their own.
I soon connected my lips to a spot on her neck by her collar on her shirt. I sucked hard and created a large purple spot on her neck. She moaned in ecstasy. However, that feeling for her quickly died as we heard a large creak by the door. I quickly shot up from what I was doing and went to my desk. She sat on her chair blushed by what I did but also saddened that we couldn't continue. I gave her a fake smile before I put all my attention to the window by my desk.
This woman was truly something.
JAMES
I sat at my desk thinking to myself, about the situation at hand. Killers always leave some evidence behind, even if it was a microscopic drop of blood, but this person was smart enough to get rid of even the smallest pieces of evidence. The rest of the force was lost but I knew better than them.
In this hectic month of November there were 15 recorded murders by the Houston eye gouger. With most of the murders being in the southern region of Houston. Majority of the killer's activity was in the first week of November with them killing 5 people. One person every day for the weekdays, every single one of them was found with their eyes ripped out and their bodies displayed in an artistic manner. Thus, I can deduce the killer lives in the south. However, they must've realized the mistake they made and began to spread the kills around. In week 2, only one person was found dead in the south, the north with two dead bodies and the east two. Then in week 3 the killer must had been busy because that was the week, they were the least active. Only 2 people died. One in the west, another in the east. Now here we are, and the killer has started killing again. Three dead people so far towards the end of the month. There is no pattern and the killer has experience. It was impossible for someone to just do this without knowing what they were doing. Despite that the killer made a fatal flaw. The timings in which those people died were too obvious. Every kill happened within the time range of 7 PM to 12 AM. For someone to kill that many people within a month in that time range meant that the killer had either one of two things.
The killer either has extreme job flexibility where they weren't required to be in work every day or the killer had no job. If the killer had job flexibility, then they could kill during their day off and go back to work the next day without looking suspicious. However, this was a stretch and could easily be debunked, it was required for me to gather more evidence before I pursue that theory. The second theory was the one that was more likely to be possible. If the killer had no job, then they would have more than enough time to stalk someone, gather information on all the best routes as to not be spotted by security cameras, kill someone, cut their body up and dump them without being spotted. The timing in which every kill happened was consistent between 7 PM and 12 AM. However, on November 11th there was an inconsistency. A body was found at 6 PM, it was like any other body found but they killed an hour to early. November 11th was a holiday, and all students had the day off and the only adults who were given the day off were veterans. If the killer has a job, then the body found on the 11th would have been found way later, almost near 1 AM. So that left one possibility. Our killer was a high school student. It made the most sense, school starts at 7:20 AM and school ends at 2:20 PM. It gave them more than enough time to kill someone and then dump them. But not only that of the 7 victims found in the southern region 5 of them died within Pasadena independent school district. Also, they must have fighting experience because when looking at two of the victims I noticed a similarity between them. They both had experience with fighting. Juan Desantos was a former marine who served for 10 years back in 1990, and Bobby Miller was a former judo district champion who was a black belt. Someone can't simply take these people down without getting hurt unless they are proficient in martial arts. At first, I considered the killer was a former veteran but instead of being clean and precise they would most likely be sloppy and emotional. So, I ruled that possibility out. The closest high school in that region is South Houston high school. I was looking for a high school student, who has taken martial art classes since they were at least in elementary school to now. But the bigger issue is now. They now had the week off and that gave them freedom to do what they wanted.
I couldn't exactly present this to the lieutenant or captain until I gathered more evidence. That reminded me, "didn't the chief of police have a daughter that was in High school?"
TREVOR
I was sitting at my desk with my laptop open soaring through countless news articles trying to figure out what the police had known. However, I found nothing. The police were either hiding whatever they had or didn't know anything. But they should have taken the bait I left for them. During my murder spree I purposely killed 7 people in the southern region of Houston. Of those 7 people 5 of them died in Pasadena independent school district. This'll lead the police to believe that the person they were investigating was a high school student and the closest school in that district was south Houston senior high school. How do I know it'll work? Because my plans have never failed... not once.