Lucien had taken off his clothes to take a cold shower. He was going to use the opportunity to manage time and wait for little Adrian to go to sleep deeply.
After walking out of the bathroom, with a towel around his waist and the other towel, he was drying his hair. He walked past Adrian's bed. It was dark, and he couldn't see anything, but he was sure he saw Adrian go to bed without taking off his clothes or shoes.
'Is he that dumb? Why does he keep hiding his face? It's not like he's a celebrity, is he?'
Lucien wondered. He heard the bag move again and snapped out of his thoughts.
"I guess he's awake again, tsk!"
He put on some clothes and walked towards the bag, with a wicked grin plastered on his face. He unzipped the bag and Ricky popped his head out, panting hard.
"You bas-" Ricky cursed but Lucien slapped his hand over his mouth.
"Shhh! Do not make any noise now, Rick. My roommate is asleep and I'd rather not wake him," Lucien spoke but Ricky was still thrashing around the bag. His hands and legs were tied, so he couldn't move.
"Do me a favour and don't make a sound. Can you do that?" He asked but Ricky didn't react. He just glared at Lucien as if he couldn't wait to kill him. "No answer? I see." He smirked.
"Let's do this. I'll take my hand off your mouth for a few seconds. If you like, scream for help but that would be the last time you scream, Rick. You have just one chance,"
Ricky nodded his head and Lucien nodded his head.
"Good boy," he said, slowly taking his hand off Ricky's mouth.
"You bastard! Just wait till I get out of here, I'll punch you to death," Rick cursed, but he didn't increase his voice. He didn't know what Lucien could do to him.
After all, Lucien was the one who hit him till he was unconscious. He never thought Lucien was that kind of person. Lucien was the school's golden boy who had never been violent. He never thought Lucien could kill an ant, not to mention hitting a human till they passed out.
"Ricky... Ricky... Ricky..." Lucien stood up from the bed and pulled a metal box from under the bed. He opened the lock in front of Ricky with a complex password. When he turned his head and saw Ricky staring at him, Ricky looked away, pretending he wasn't watching.
"How cute," he smirked and flipped the box open. A stack of bundled cash was there, flat gold bars. Ricky opened his eyes wide.
"How did you get those... Who the hell are you?" Ricky asked.
"Me? I'm Lucien Vale," he grinned and pushed the cash and gold to the other side and then the stack of knives, blades and other tools were there.
Lucien took a knife out and looked at it.
"This is sharp enough," he whispered to himself but his voice was loud enough for Ricky to hear. His heart started pounding hard as he swallowed the emptiness down his throat.
"What are you doing with that knife? Hey, man. Just put that down and... let's talk man to man,"
"Ricky, you're on my list and I'm sorry I have no time to chat with you," Lucien said, checking out another knife.
Ricky was still trembling in fear that he couldn't even breathe properly. He was thinking of screaming for help, but how far could his voice carry him?
He suddenly remembered that Lucien mentioned his roommate. He turned to the other side and saw him asleep. He could ask him for help.
'I'm sure this bastard won't be able to do anything if there are two of us. But, how do I wake him up?'
He asked himself and looked back at Lucien who was still selecting the perfect tool. He had even brought out a longer metal box with different tools or maybe... weapons. He took out a sharp saw and snapped his finger.
"Ah! This is perfect," he said.
Ricky turned to see what he was referring to as perfect and his eyes landed on the saw.
"No... No man, no..." He stuttered.
"Don't worry. It would be over quickly,"
"Why are you doing this? You're not a killer, are you? Wait, did you... Did you kill Isabella?" Ricky asked.
"Me? Of course, not," he waved his hand dismissively as he rolled up his sleeve, showing off his fine and thick arm.
"Let's get started. I have to finish this before 4," he reached for a piece of cloth behind him and shoved it into Ricky's mouth. He shoved it deep down so Ricky wouldn't even be able to spit it out.
He kept groaning and thrashing around inside the bag as Lucien forced the fabric into his mouth.
"That's perfect," he slipped his hand into the bag and cut the rope he used to tie his hand. As soon as Ricky's hands were free, he threw a punch at Lucien's face but he was quick to dodge it. Lucien caught his right hand by the wrist and grinned.
"This is the hand, isn't it? The hand that groped those ladies in the library. The same hand that punches anyone you look down on, including me. Let's get rid of it, shall we?"
Ricky shook his head, but Lucien wasted no time, placing his hand on the metal box and sawing it. The metal box wasn't rusty, so it didn't make much sound as the saw cut through Ricky's three fingers.
He let out a muffled scream that wasn't loud because of the cloth in his mouth. Hot tears rolled down his cheek as he shook his hands. They were hurting him like crazy.
Blood pooled over the floor and the box but Lucien didn't mind. Cleaning up was fun especially since his roommate couldn't see.
"Two fingers left, Ricky," Lucien patted his head. Ricky was already losing energy since he was losing a lot of blood.
Lucien didn't care about the pain he was going through, so he chopped off the remaining two fingers and tossed them to the ground.
Ricky let out more screams. Lucien slid his hand up from Ricky's chopped fingers to his shoulder.
"Don't cry, Ricky. I told you, it would be over soon," he smiled and rubbed Ricky's shoulder.
Ricky knew Lucien was going to cut that place and started to shake his head as more tears rolled down his cheek, soaking the clothes, bubbling through his mouth.
Since it was difficult to cut off his hand, Lucien stood up and adjusted the position of the bag. He placed a leg on Ricky's body to pin him to the bed, with that hand sticking out of the bag. He then sawed it as blood gathered around. The blood squirted over Lucien's face, and he cursed.
"You've got a lot of blood Ricky..." Lucien said but there was no reaction from Ricky. "Awwn, is he dead? Why so soon?" He asked as he tossed the chopped arm to the floor.
The sound was a little louder than he hoped it didn't wake his roommate.
"I'll have to use the bathtub to finish this. Tsk!" He pulled the glove from his hand and put on a new one.
He took off his shirt and carried the bag, where Ricky's body was, all the way to the bathroom and banged the door shut.
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As soon as the door closed, Adrian threw his legs off the bed and walked towards Lucien's bed. He thought the foam and sheets would be soaked with blood, but Lucien had already covered the whole place with thin transparent nylon.
He saw Ricky's arms on the floor and wanted to pick a finger and maybe, keep it safe.
"I can't believe I missed everything... I fell asleep and missed it all," he murmured, tightening his fist. He was annoyed with himself but there was nothing he could do.
He stepped back just so he wouldn't ruin the perfect crime scene. He took his phone and took a few pictures of it. He saved it to his secret folder and turned his head to the bathroom. He was sure Lucien was finishing his task in the bathroom, but he was dying to know who the next person on his list was.
He wanted to make sure he wouldn't miss that person's death. He looked around for Lucien's phone and saw it under his pillow. He made sure Lucien wasn't coming. He opened it and saw there was no password on the phone.
There wasn't a single picture or contact on the phone. Adrian ignored it and went to the doc app. He saw the folder's name. 'My List'.
Just the same one he saw yesterday and clicked on it. He hasn't crossed out Ricky's name yet since he wasn't done killing him.
"So below Ricky's name is..." Adrian froze as his heart started pounding hard. "Adrian Cross? Me? I'm his next target?"
A normal person was supposed to get scared of being killed, but Adrian... he was excited.