My Life as a Killer!

This is part of an ongoing story I have been writing, so this is just a chapter that will be included. (from its All in the Blood story)

My Life as a Killer

As I grew up in my parents house I could sense they were hiding something. Just what

that was didn't really bother me, since I too had a deep dark secret I was keeping from them. Although

I acted like a typical child; I was far from normal. My mother attributed my behavior on the hormones

starting to rage inside my body. I suppose in a certain way it was, but something sinister was lurking

in my body or bloodstream!

For years I didn't know why I was this way, as I more or less killed on the fly. When I

did kill, a feeling surged inside of my body and it gave me an (emotion) like I've never before felt.

Oh there were times when I wanted to kill someone, but I knew it wouldn't satisfy me. Besides she

was a struggling mom with two kids to raise, seeing as her other half left her high and dry. Plus I

didn't want to see them put into the system, as one time I had a friend in Junior High that was stuck

in foster care, and she went through hell.

Janie told me stories about being beat, made to clean up after the others and some attempts

at sexually abusing her. She said when that happened she ran away from that foster home. They caught

up with her only to place her with another foster family, that's about the time we met and became

friends. Eventually she ran away never to be seen again or so they say. What really happened to Janie

is a mystery to me.

I located the one of her foster homes, and found the guy that tried to rape her. Let's just say

he wont be trying to do that again! I read about his tragic passing, seems he got a strange disease from

some of the cuts I'd made. The doctors were baffled at how a seemingly innocent man contracted a

disease only found in badgers. He swore he didn't even know what a badger looked like, and he never

mentioned me cutting up his body.

I do declare I am a vicious killer, yet I do like to see some suffer. Oh don't be judging me

for my cruel and heartless behavior. Some deserve to die a slow painful death, well the others I killed

quickly and easily chopped them up disposing the body parts throughout the city. I had wondered

what a person thought when he or she came across a severed hand or right butt cheek? Anyway, I

was watching some food shows where they were discussing extremely hot chicken wings. They claimed

one of the ingredients could literally burn your flesh! So I decided to do some nice experiments with

one of my next victims.

After locating the hot sauce, I began taking this special ingredient and injected into his bloodstream and waited. Nothing on the outside major or exciting happened, so I decided to add

another pint into my victim. I also decided to film his reaction, boy did he squirm and writhe in agony.

This made me happy, and I was proud of what I'd accomplished - death by hot sauce! And the piece

de resistance was when I took the whole blood out of a chubby female and replaced it with about 10

bottles of that special ingredient... she literally cooked from the inside out. As I was in her home, I

just left her there where she was sitting. I can't say when they found her because I left town after all

those experiments in death by hot sauce.

I think about this time I ventured south to the Phoenix area. Where I tried hooking up with

a writer/singer, but he said he was happily married. So I said that's alright, don't want to rock his

marital world. And I wasn't really into having any affairs, although many men wanted to have me.

They might have gotten to needy, causing my violent side to arise and I would have to kill them.

Not to sure if recording all of this is even worth it, but it was fun while it lasted. Seems I

was sloppy and got myself arrested for the one murder. Remember the chubby broad I offed,

well a neighbor of hers saw me leaving the place and gave the police a great description of me.

Plus I left a fingerprint on a glass I used while in her house. I did my best to get out saying

something about being a saleslady, but the cops didn't buy it since none of the brochures I talked

about were found on the victims premises. So here I sit in jail for the one murder, I had admitted

to committing. I was sentenced to ten years, but could get out in 5 for good behavior!

Now whether that will happen is another factor to be seen. Being in solitary confinement, fat

chance I can hurt anyone. But there is always a chance encounter during one of my shower trips.

Although I'm escorted by two big burly hairy guards, and they keep a close eye on my every move.

Maybe I could seduce them after getting used to the looks of their ugly mugs. After all isn't sex just

that �" 2 people hooking up grinding their sweaty bodies together? Yet each time I look at them, I feel

sick to my stomach and get repulsed by how ugly a person can be. It's like someone ran over their

faces with a lawn mower. Besides my sex drive has stalled, of course being alone most of the time

could be a factor. Then seeing my two guards that have slashes in various places doesn't help either.

I looked at them one time and wonder what kind of woman could be interested in them.

When they first escorted me to the shower, I became very modest. You have no idea how it feels

having two enormous ugly men watching you cleanse your body. Now when I see a good looking

or even semi-cute guy, I feel feminine and sexy. I'd strut like a peacock in front of them, to catch their

eyes, but these two I've had a hard time doing that. ( again even thinking about them makes me nauseous) Tho' it's been some time since I have been locked up, I do my best to ignore them. Yet they sit and stare taunting me like I'm going to run or do something wrong. I am biding my time, besides where is there to go?

I eat, sleep and s*** in my 8' X 8' cell, (mine is a little smaller than most). Like I said the only time I leave this hole is to shower. Hell I haven't seen the warden since I arrived at this prison, its been some three months now. A few times I requested to speak to him, except every time he's been to busy with all the other criminals housed in this place. Thank God they allow me to a writing tool and paper, so I can write my story. The guards tease me about this by saying things like, “ Are you writing your manifesto?” Again I just ignore the two dopes, because they are to dumb to realize what that even means. I don't want to write down what I am planning to do.... if I want to kill I just do it- plain and simple!

Ah, just think how many victims I could have had, only if I hadn't gotten caught. I learned then to keep track of what I touch when inside a persons/ victims home. One can only dream of what could be �" ce la vie! Damn here come the two stooges- Curly & Moe, must be bringing my lunch. I reckon it's nearly one o'clock in the afternoon, although it could be later. I have no clock in my cell, so I can't say what the time really ever is and don't particularly care. Maybe I will write down more when I feel like it, right now I need to eat then rest. You know the police never did ask me how I killed that woman, I guess her body was so badly decomposed even they didn't know.

Author's Note

Please whoever reads this give me some constructive criticism, and how to improve on it.

Reviews

[Tricia O'Brien]

well, wow. powerful, frightening and enticing.
I dig it

[Ice QueenJen]

It's what I am currently working on too, thank you for your positive review!

[Tricia O'Brien]

No doubt. Pretty hard and slaps ya in the face. Again, I dig it. I lo forward to the completed piece

[Ice QueenJen]

might be awhile, but I will surely send you a notice!