The Lock-up.... (It's all in the Blood)

This is a chapter in a story I am writing about a female serial killer.

The Lock-up

As I sit here in my jail cell, I'm a bit lonely. Being deemed a menace to society I am kept away from the general population. Although I am not allowed to speak with anyone, I have heard there are worse offenders here than me. Under guard most of the time, maybe the warden thinks I'll do something to myself... yet I wont.

I rather like the solitude of this room, even though I only see the guards and warden once a week, besides the cook who delivers my daily meals. He gave me this special jail cell since it housed an infamous relative of mine- my Father. Yeah, quite a shock to me since I thought the one who raised me was my dad. He treated me like I was his own child, and my dear Mother never said a word. But ever since I found out that one day at the police station about my blood being like some criminals, I always wondered.

I didn't learn who he was until my 10 or 11 kill. I kept all the newspaper clippings about each killing, my souvenir instead of taking something from the bodies. I thought this would protect my identity, and I could keep on my killing spree! I kept traveling all around the world, leaving numerous bodies along the way. And I was never real choosy about who I selected either. I paused for awhile in Las Vegas to take in some shows and worked as a prostitute, then dated some very important men. Life was good for awhile, then I got the urge to kill again. So without saying goodbye to anyone, I left.

While driving out of the city I decided to go north, toward San Francisco as I heard that the wharf was a great place to hang out. So I got a full take of gas and some snacks for the long drive. And yes I picked up a few hitchhikers and proceeded to kill them along the way, nobody would realize that they were gone at least that was my hope. They were either drifters, like me, or someone moving from one place to another. Either way it made no difference to me, just as long as I got to kill someone, I had an urge that needed to be fed.

I remember being a bit disappointed that they didn't call me by some special name. I guess they are still having a hard time with the fact I am a woman. I happened to be standing next to a reporter one time that said no woman could be this vicious. I just smiled, then walked away with a sort of pride knowing I could be this good. But fate can be fickle and it wasn't long before they would catch me. I think about that day rather fondly, because one day I knew in my heart I'd get caught, just like my father had.

Yes I was caught, but not until after my parents had passed away. I think it would have made them sad to find out their only daughter was a sadistic serial killer. I'm sure my mom had her worries I'd take after my real Father. Although he didn't live very long after he was caught, but my mom was enthralled by his bad boy biker look. Which is how I was conceived, after he got her drunk then took advantage of her in her weakened state. My step- father agreed to marry her, both hoping nobody would notice she was already pregnant. Of course 9 months later I was born, a seemingly healthy baby girl.

Everyone doted over my birth and was happy for my parents, even though I was so tiny. Oh if you could see me now, you wouldn't have ever realized I was born premature. Even to this day my relatives never knew who my real dad was. But after reading this they will find out why I did the things I had to do or compelled to do. For now I'm just trying my best to put down in writing the order of things I did. Or where the bodies, or body parts can be found that I was compelled to remove from this earthly realm. Oh boo hoo, they deserved what they got, don't see me crying over what I did!

Ah you thought I'd pick my prey at random, sometimes yes and no. I guess you could say I had an inner instinct for those who were more evil than I was, if that was even possible. Unlike the television show called “ Dexter”, where he targeted one kind of killer I went after those who had hidden evil tendencies. The people you would never expect or suspect that would harm a living soul. Many who went to church, prayed to God and asked for forgiveness of their sins. Did they really think the great Almighty would ever forgive them?

I know he will never give me forgiveness, nor would I want any. My real Father was a spawn of Satan, so he passed on the genetic behavior to kill. In essence it is in my very life force or bloodstream to kill. I wonder sometimes if I was a descendant of the Nephilim that roamed the known world in Noah's day? Even though they were supposedly killed off during the great flood, could one of Noah's sons or daughters hold the recessive genes? The gene for being truly evil and maniacal in one's heart, or could we all hold in our hearts and minds the tendency to be cruel?

I have seen my dad, or what came to light as my step-dad get furious at times. So could we as imperfect human beings be prone to do wrong? Could the Almighty have made a mistake when he or she created us, the debate is still out for some then others don't even believe that an intelligent being even exists. But come a disaster, whether by health or natural disaster- who do they call on for help..... God, that's who! Why even the atheist call on him in the end.

Even at the height of my killing spree, some called on their deity to save my soul like it needed saving. I just laughed at them and said, “ I have no soul, I am the spawn of Satan!” Then I'd begin to slowly cut into their flesh, relishing each and every one. Some I'd put to sleep before, then the others I would watch them pass out after a few cuts. After the twentieth kill, I had this one female look up at me and slowly smile at me, then she replied “ go ahead, I'm ready to die.”

I had to stop for a moment and walk out of the room. It was the first time one of my victims looked me in the eye, pleading to end her life. I had no prior knowledge of what she'd done since I chose my victims at random. When I was mentally prepared to go back into the room, she calmly said to me “ I'm just like you- flawed from birth. So I am prepared to die, and thank God I never had any children. Although I was never fond of being around men, I did it to please my mother. So when you are ready do your thing to me; also we will meet again when we are before our Father Satan in eternal hell.”

Then I took a swift strike to her neck and chopped off her head. What she had said to me only slightly affected my psyche. I finished cutting her up and quietly disposed of her body parts. This one caused me to stop killing for a period of time and I moved to a small town. There I resumed a normal life, and even began dating some local men. One I really began to like, but when he talked about getting married and having kids it terrified me. It made me remember what that so-called lesbian had said about being grateful that she never had any kids. For fear of passing the bad gene onto her offspring. I quit my job, broke off my relationship, then moved back to my hometown and back to where my real dad was buried.

This was where I got to know a police officer, the one who had been assigned to my fathers case. One day while I was visiting his grave, he came up to me and asked if I'd known the man, I shook my head no. He asked me if I'd be interested in knowing about who he was, how he died and again I shook my head but yes this time. I never bothered to find out his real name, but always called him ' copper', since he was a police officer. It was a pet name that I gave to him, which he didn't mind.

That day he said he was just stopping by to change some flowers he had left on his wife's grave and noticed me sitting there in front of his ( my fathers grave). I had come to find out that his wife was brutally killed by the man whom I soon found out was my biological dad. Also that he had killed over 300 people before dying from an unknown illness. Copper told me that they still don't know what it was or why it suddenly killed him.

We got along very well, and even though I didn't mean it I said I was sorry his wife was killed. I'm sure my dad had his reason for killing her. Like me they needed to be wiped off this planet, at least I thought so. Come to find out life wasn't good at home for ' Copper', she was abusive to him and withheld sex from him. For some reason my dad didn't like this, he told Copper that no man should go without sex, especially from his wife. I thought of asking him about his marriage, but it wasn't my place.

I looked back at my dad's grave again and sighed. Copper started to walk away, I decided to find out if he knew anything about the man. He said 'yes' and that he tracked him down and was the arresting officer. This got me to thinking that when I was on the verge of being caught that I'd give him the chance to bring me in. He couldn't take the time to talk then as he was going on duty soon. So he had to drive to the police station for his assigned area to patrol. We said our goodbye's and he walked away.

After he left the Good Hope Cemetery, I stayed for awhile to ponder who my father really was, and what drove him to kill. Was it genetics, a desire to rid the earth of bad people, or was he a hired killer? So many questions were running through my tired brain. After jotting down the name off the coppers wife's headstone, I left the Good Hope Cemetery. I was getting hungry so I went to a steakhouse for a bite to eat, then went home to my parents house.

I unlocked my parents door, I walked in and looked around. It had been sometime since I was back, but it was like I'd never left. Even though they both have been dead for awhile, it was like they were still here. That could be the one factor in me wanting to keep the family home, their essence was still in here. I now sometimes forget that I am reduced to a 9' X 5' jail cell. So the last time I was actually home was about 5 years ago, I believe. I've more or less gotten used to being in this room, er cell; and it's where I belong after what I have done over the years!

Although it was very hard at first, after being processed I was led to this cell, un-cuffed and pushed in. Let me describe what I saw when I walked in- behind the long steel bars. I see a sink & toilet on one side, then a bed on the other. It's certainly not the Taj Majal, but I expected at least a table and chair. Yet since I'm under a so-called probationary period, I don't get any amenities. They told me if I was good in a month I could have a Bible to read.

After all that I have done I don't believe God would ever forgive me. I looked around the stone walled cell, and shook my head then thought ' I deserve this.' I walked to the bed and sat down as I heard the door clang shut. The guard said something before walking away, but I didn't here what he'd said. I was already preparing my mind for life behind bars. The only light came from a window that I couldn't even look out of.

That was well over 5 years ago, and Halleluiah after being a model prisoner I got a better cell to exist in. In here I have a table & chair, a small bookcase that I have partially full of books on hematology, genetics and a few others about serial killers. Plus this writing tablet I'm using to document my life as a serial killer!

The guard has brought me my dinner, so I am going to eat while it's hot. Oh yeah and I still can't be around the other prisoners, I guess they feel I might harm someone. Who knows maybe I would, what are they going to do put me in prison, or give me a longer sentence? What more could the add to my already life sentence? Anyway my foods getting cold- so good night.

Author's Note

Let me know how you think this chapter should be changed or if things sound cohesive enough.