Post by amtrum on Jul 15, 2008 19:09:31 GMT -5
It had been weeks since his last little outing. The stress from exams were now over and he felt a great weight lifted off of his shoulders. His romantic life was also starting to take off a bit with the meeting of Jax, the girl from the cafe. Thinking about her brought a smile to his face as he started to hum a little song in the car. Life was starting to look up and even the fact that he was going outside the city to do his grizzly work didn't seem to fully dampen his mood.
Why are you so cheerful. She only likes you because she doesn't know you. You think she would feel anything but disgust for you if she knew what you do every couple of weeks?
His smile would vanish with that thought and the humming would die. Soft mewling sounds could be heard from the seat next to him from the small cat that was curled up on the seat batting at it's own tail. Mathew would feel a wave of disgust wash over him when he looked over at the cat and envisioned him skinned with his guts pouring out of his body.
Quickly Mathew's gaze would snap back to the road his hands gripping the wheel tighter refusing to look at the cat. If he didn't look at it then he wouldn't grow attached to it right? Then it would be ok to kill it.
You know you are going to hell right?You are just a sick person and you will rot. Every hear of animal cruelty?
Shut up.
Oh big man now telling me to shut up. But face it, whether or not I say it you know that you are just a sick, sick man that needs to die. Maybe you will die in prison locked away from the sunlight. Maybe Kira will judge you, you would like that wouldn't you? Or maybe you will just continue to be a disgusting worm to the end and kill yourself.
I said shut up. You know what this is the last time. Let's just pull in over here and get it over with.
Hahahahaha last time indeed. Well then, to our last outing.
Mathew would pull in to a nice wooded area that was normally used as a campsite, it wasn't his normal location but it would due. He just wanted to get this done so he would never have to do this again.
Pulling in to an area that was cleared out for campers he would get out of his car slamming it shut in frustrated rage as he moved to his trunk pulling out some rope, pegs, and of course his knife. His backpack full of spare clothing was also in there but he would leave that in there for now.
Mathew would sigh with self loathing as he cut the rope quickly this time instead of his normal slow and precise hand, he was in no mood for this. All the same it wasn't long until he had four lengths of rope which he would tie to the pegs hammering them down in to the ground. Next he would open the door and grab the cat stroking it reassuringly as he slipped the first rope on to it's leg before he secured the rest of it's body causing it to mewl and his in pain. Closing his eyes he would grab the cat by the scruff of it's neck being careful to avoid being bitten and he would move his knife down to start the first cut on the animal.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO THAT POOR CAT!"
Mathew's head would whip around as he heard the voice of an older lady probably in his thirties come running up to him with fury on her face. She was obviously a camper or something.
Uh oh you're in trouble now.
"SHUT UP!" His voice would cry out in rage as his hand lashed out, the blade slicing clean through the ladies throat causing a splatter of blood to spray across his face before she dropped to her knees, her life blood spilling out of her body. Mathew would drop the knife in shock at what he had just done, a thrill of pleasure washing over his body for a moment. Not the kind of high he got from killing cats, a stronger one, if more brief.
I... I... I just killed a woman...
Hahaha that you did Matty boy. Good job. What are you going to do now? Just leave the body here?
Mathew was in a panic now, it was one thing killing a cat but it was another killing a person. His eyes would scan the scene frantically. Was she alone? Was her friends getting ready to check on her? All questions coursing through his frantic mind. He didn't know what to do, but she would be identified. He didn't know if that mattered, he didn't know her. Finger prints, dental records, fibers left by his own body. All things that could point the cops in to his direction. He didn't know what to do other then stuff the body in to his trunk wincing as blood seeped in to the carpeting of the trunk. He would have to clean that later.
Moving the bag from the trunk to the back seat so he would have fresh clothing he would cut the bindings on the cat and toss it in to the front seat not sure what to do with it before he hauled out of there before someone else could show up.
"Oh god I just killed a person." He would say as tears started to flow down his cheeks he was crying in panic. He didn't want to go to jail or die. He was too young to die!
Calm down. What we are going to do is we are going to go to the coast. We are going to dump the body in the water and cut off her hands and lower jaw, we will dump those in the water miles away. Wash away the evidence. You will be fine.
Mathew would nod at the idea, clinging to it in this time of crisis. His car speeding to the ocean. By the time he reached the water the night sky had full control over all that he could see. The crashing waves the only sounds he could hear other then his panicked breaths as he got out of the car and pulled the body out of the trunk. He would close his eyes as he began to cut off her wrists having a hard time getting past the bone, but eventually he would get it before moving to the jaw doing the same thing. By the time he was done his clothing was soaked in blood.
He wasn't finished yet, he would put the wrists and jaw back in to the trunk as he started to drag the body out to the water and in to the water in hopes of it floating away never to be seen. He would pause only to grab her wallet and pocket it. He wanted to know the name of the person whose life he had just taken.
He would open the wallet as he walked to his to his car. He would find her ID without much problem and he would read the name over and over cementing her name and face in his mind. He would take it to the grave with him.
"Alexandria Stone. A tourist...." He would say with a sigh as he looked at it. That meant that the American government would be looking for her. But they wouldn't find her with luck, and they wouldn't find him. He was a hard working college student that never met her. He had no reason to kill her.
Once in the car he would continue to drive along the coast for a good hour down before he got out and threw the limbs in to the ocean. The only thing left was to get rid of the clothing. He would pull out the wood that he had brought for the cat and he would set it up on the beach like a bon fire, starting the fire he would strip down and change his clothing quickly in case someone saw him and wondered why he was naked. Well he was wet from swimming. Thats what he would tell them.
No one would come though and Mathew would throw the clothing on the fire watching them burn before he went back to his car sitting in the drivers seat and smashing his head in to the steering wheel in frustration. The cat mewling once again as it tried to get in to his lap nuzzling him with a gentle purr.
"God what have I just done!?"
What you had too.
Mathew's hand would reach out and gently stroke the cat as he looked down at it, his eyes swollen red from crying. He didn't know what was going to happen now. He had killed a person and he liked it... his whole world just changed. He killed a person, he was a murderer. The kind of person Kira judged. Scum that needed to be wiped out! He agreed with Kira, but at the same time he had to make sure that he didn't get judged. He didn't want to die. Taking a deep breath to compose himself he would speak once again this time to the cat instead of himself though.
"Looks like you get to come home with me... I will need to name you though. I think I will call you Alex..." He would say as he started up his car and drove off for home. He would try and put this behind him as he swore never to do this again. This would be the first and last time he killed someone. He was finished.
Why are you so cheerful. She only likes you because she doesn't know you. You think she would feel anything but disgust for you if she knew what you do every couple of weeks?
His smile would vanish with that thought and the humming would die. Soft mewling sounds could be heard from the seat next to him from the small cat that was curled up on the seat batting at it's own tail. Mathew would feel a wave of disgust wash over him when he looked over at the cat and envisioned him skinned with his guts pouring out of his body.
Quickly Mathew's gaze would snap back to the road his hands gripping the wheel tighter refusing to look at the cat. If he didn't look at it then he wouldn't grow attached to it right? Then it would be ok to kill it.
You know you are going to hell right?You are just a sick person and you will rot. Every hear of animal cruelty?
Shut up.
Oh big man now telling me to shut up. But face it, whether or not I say it you know that you are just a sick, sick man that needs to die. Maybe you will die in prison locked away from the sunlight. Maybe Kira will judge you, you would like that wouldn't you? Or maybe you will just continue to be a disgusting worm to the end and kill yourself.
I said shut up. You know what this is the last time. Let's just pull in over here and get it over with.
Hahahahaha last time indeed. Well then, to our last outing.
Mathew would pull in to a nice wooded area that was normally used as a campsite, it wasn't his normal location but it would due. He just wanted to get this done so he would never have to do this again.
Pulling in to an area that was cleared out for campers he would get out of his car slamming it shut in frustrated rage as he moved to his trunk pulling out some rope, pegs, and of course his knife. His backpack full of spare clothing was also in there but he would leave that in there for now.
Mathew would sigh with self loathing as he cut the rope quickly this time instead of his normal slow and precise hand, he was in no mood for this. All the same it wasn't long until he had four lengths of rope which he would tie to the pegs hammering them down in to the ground. Next he would open the door and grab the cat stroking it reassuringly as he slipped the first rope on to it's leg before he secured the rest of it's body causing it to mewl and his in pain. Closing his eyes he would grab the cat by the scruff of it's neck being careful to avoid being bitten and he would move his knife down to start the first cut on the animal.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO THAT POOR CAT!"
Mathew's head would whip around as he heard the voice of an older lady probably in his thirties come running up to him with fury on her face. She was obviously a camper or something.
Uh oh you're in trouble now.
"SHUT UP!" His voice would cry out in rage as his hand lashed out, the blade slicing clean through the ladies throat causing a splatter of blood to spray across his face before she dropped to her knees, her life blood spilling out of her body. Mathew would drop the knife in shock at what he had just done, a thrill of pleasure washing over his body for a moment. Not the kind of high he got from killing cats, a stronger one, if more brief.
I... I... I just killed a woman...
Hahaha that you did Matty boy. Good job. What are you going to do now? Just leave the body here?
Mathew was in a panic now, it was one thing killing a cat but it was another killing a person. His eyes would scan the scene frantically. Was she alone? Was her friends getting ready to check on her? All questions coursing through his frantic mind. He didn't know what to do, but she would be identified. He didn't know if that mattered, he didn't know her. Finger prints, dental records, fibers left by his own body. All things that could point the cops in to his direction. He didn't know what to do other then stuff the body in to his trunk wincing as blood seeped in to the carpeting of the trunk. He would have to clean that later.
Moving the bag from the trunk to the back seat so he would have fresh clothing he would cut the bindings on the cat and toss it in to the front seat not sure what to do with it before he hauled out of there before someone else could show up.
"Oh god I just killed a person." He would say as tears started to flow down his cheeks he was crying in panic. He didn't want to go to jail or die. He was too young to die!
Calm down. What we are going to do is we are going to go to the coast. We are going to dump the body in the water and cut off her hands and lower jaw, we will dump those in the water miles away. Wash away the evidence. You will be fine.
Mathew would nod at the idea, clinging to it in this time of crisis. His car speeding to the ocean. By the time he reached the water the night sky had full control over all that he could see. The crashing waves the only sounds he could hear other then his panicked breaths as he got out of the car and pulled the body out of the trunk. He would close his eyes as he began to cut off her wrists having a hard time getting past the bone, but eventually he would get it before moving to the jaw doing the same thing. By the time he was done his clothing was soaked in blood.
He wasn't finished yet, he would put the wrists and jaw back in to the trunk as he started to drag the body out to the water and in to the water in hopes of it floating away never to be seen. He would pause only to grab her wallet and pocket it. He wanted to know the name of the person whose life he had just taken.
He would open the wallet as he walked to his to his car. He would find her ID without much problem and he would read the name over and over cementing her name and face in his mind. He would take it to the grave with him.
"Alexandria Stone. A tourist...." He would say with a sigh as he looked at it. That meant that the American government would be looking for her. But they wouldn't find her with luck, and they wouldn't find him. He was a hard working college student that never met her. He had no reason to kill her.
Once in the car he would continue to drive along the coast for a good hour down before he got out and threw the limbs in to the ocean. The only thing left was to get rid of the clothing. He would pull out the wood that he had brought for the cat and he would set it up on the beach like a bon fire, starting the fire he would strip down and change his clothing quickly in case someone saw him and wondered why he was naked. Well he was wet from swimming. Thats what he would tell them.
No one would come though and Mathew would throw the clothing on the fire watching them burn before he went back to his car sitting in the drivers seat and smashing his head in to the steering wheel in frustration. The cat mewling once again as it tried to get in to his lap nuzzling him with a gentle purr.
"God what have I just done!?"
What you had too.
Mathew's hand would reach out and gently stroke the cat as he looked down at it, his eyes swollen red from crying. He didn't know what was going to happen now. He had killed a person and he liked it... his whole world just changed. He killed a person, he was a murderer. The kind of person Kira judged. Scum that needed to be wiped out! He agreed with Kira, but at the same time he had to make sure that he didn't get judged. He didn't want to die. Taking a deep breath to compose himself he would speak once again this time to the cat instead of himself though.
"Looks like you get to come home with me... I will need to name you though. I think I will call you Alex..." He would say as he started up his car and drove off for home. He would try and put this behind him as he swore never to do this again. This would be the first and last time he killed someone. He was finished.