"You are one hell of a case...I have never seen anyone like you, even in adults. You are really one in a hundred million," the profiler sighed, and he took a sip of coffee.
"Two people tortured and killed in two months...how did you feel nothing?"
"I did...Everywhere I went, I saw their faces...I never forget anyone I hurt...I guess that the first price I had to pay,"
"Alright now, for your next two targets, they didn't fit your previous m.o. Why?"
"Because doing anything more than twice in a room is a pattern, Patterns are dangerous, and with the police probably knocking on my door any day from the video, I guess it would be best to have them dealt with quickly."
"Why did you think they would come to our door?"
"Well, in the first video, I had listed out all his victims' names, including my sister. With the rest of the video, that might have seemed like a small detail, but it would be enough to catch someone's attention..."
And I was right, it was two days later that two detectives showed up at my house.
"Are you Simon Grimly?" an older gentleman with short black hair that showed the beginnings of greying and the smell of cigarettes on his clothing asked
"Yes, I am...May I ask who you are?"
"I am Detective Blake, and this is my partner, Detective Wyner...Is your mother home?" the man asked
"No...she...she on a trip,"
"A trip? Are you home alone?" Wyner asked
"Yes, but she said she would be back soon. I'm used to being home alone."
"Alright, well, we won't take up much of your time. I don't know if you watch the news, but Alex Ross has passed away. From what we know, he dated your sister, right?"
"Yeah, he did...and I don't watch the news, it usually only tells me the bad things that have happened,"
"I understand...Just a few more questions. Did you know Alex well?"
"Somewhat...he had been here a few times, but I never really talked to him,"
"The time you did talk to him, how did he seem to you?"
"...Normal, I guess. I don't know what you mean?"
"That's fine. Did he ever seem nervous or like he was being watched?"
"No, he was a little cocky if you ask me,"
"Alright, well, thank you for your time...Also, I would recommend staying away from the news like you are now...like you said, it's nothing but the terrible things happening."
....
"Why didn't you tell him?" Wyner asked
"Are you stupid? That kid has lost most of his family and watched his brother die right in front of him. No one is the same after that. You think that telling him that his sister Boyfried was the reason his sister became a drug addict is a good idea." Blake replied, lighting a cigarette.
"What about the mother?"
"I don't know what we got from her records. She hasn't come back to the States in five months. This kid has been alone and grieving alone. Let's talk to the families of the other girlfriends. This family, if you can even call it that, is too broken already," Blake sighed as he walked to his car.
...
Once they left, I knew I was in the clear for a while. With that, I waited until night and went out the back door. Making my way back to where I found the house, I made sure to stay away from it, but I was about to see some homeless people sitting around a bonfire.
"10,000 dollars,"
"What? Go away, Kid."
"10,000 for the first person here to kill both of these people," I said, holding up two pictures of my following targets, Bradon McKinly and Annabelle White.
"...Don't waste our time, kid, it's already a cold night," a man replied with a raspy voice
Taking out a thousand cash, he tossed it before him.
"You can consider that your up-front payment, once the job is done, you will get the rest."
Seeing the money, they all looked at each other, then at the money, none of them knowing how to react.
I was about to walk away when a man sitting off to the side stood up, stepped up, and grabbed the money.
"Who do you need dead?" the hooded man asked.
Handing him the photos, I also gave him a gun.
"I will be here in two days, make sure they are dead by then. Make it look like a robbery gone wrong," I said as I walked away.
"These are just kids...why do you want them dead?"
"You're asking too many questions. Can you do the job?"
"Yeah, I can, but why don't I just kill you and take whatever you have on you?" the man said, pointing the gun at me.
In truth, I was scared beyond scared, but I suspected that this could happen.
"You could, but that's all the cash I brought, or you can get this job done and get another nine thousand...I hope you aren't stupid and choose the right path."
"Naw, I'm just messing. Consider it done," the man said with a small laugh before walking away.
Returning home, I went to the show and just sat as the warm water ran over me.
"That was terrifying...If I were wrong, I could have died right there,"