I could hear the sirens wailing off in the distance. They were headed to 87th and Emery, no doubt, near that new bar on the corner. There were plenty of people there when it all went down. I could have chosen somewhere quieter, but heck, I needed a challenge.
The sirens gradually became louder and then faded again as they came and passed the street I was walking along. I decided to head back to the bar myself, to marvel once more at the lovely work I had accomplished.
When I got there, the woman was still on the ground, lying just as I had left her. Oh, how I relished the look in her eyes when she realized I would be the last person to see her alive. An ambulance was there, as well as police officers taking statements and securing the area with yellow and black crime scene tape. I caught a glimpse of a paramedic checking for a pulse right before an officer encouraged me to leave the scene and go wherever it was that I was headed. Funny, isn't it? I was right there but they didn't know who I was, not yet anyways. I made sure to make an impression on the officer. I wouldn't want him to forget that he had met the murderer and let him go. Perhaps that officer could be my next target.
After making a fuss, exclaiming how the person responsible for this monstrosity must be found and put to death, I spun around angrily and stormed off. Oh, how I love what little effort it takes to make everyone believe I am just like them - innocent and caring - what a joke. Life is much better the way I live it.