Chapter 5

                                    

                                          
Peace washes over me as I close my eyes and lay still. Crickets chirp and wind rustles the branches of the trees that surround my little house in the woods.  The cans that are tied to my trip wire jingle with the wind and I listen to the sounds of the woods I'm so familiar with.  I hear a rabbit hopping over my trip wires and coming close to my house. I curl up and feel myself drift off into a peaceful slumber.
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I wake up to humming and the smell of smoke drifting through my house. "Mmm...mom?" A soft giggle is heard. "No Mommy here sleepy face. Just a very under-prepared son of a bitch."  I bolt upright and feel a knife against my throat.  I gulp. "Now. Let me join you." I roll my eyes. "Every good murderer sleeps with a knife under their pillow."  She laughs. "Wanna check?" "Fuck." I sigh. "Fine, you can join me." She takes away the knife and backs up. "Okay cool." She says causally as she tries to hide her smile. "Now, help me with my wrist!" "I'm not your slave. Go make me breakfast." She holds up the knife again. "Make me." I easily knock the knife out of her hand and tackle her to the ground, pinning her arms above her head. "Go. Make. Me. Breakfast." She blushes and looks away. "Hmm? You like this?" She squirms underneath me. "Let me go you dickface!"  I laugh and let go of her. "I'm just teasing. What do you want to eat.  I have meat and fruit."  She stands up and looks at me strangely.  "Meat and fruit?"  I nod and take a chunk of rabbit from my 'cellar' and throw it onto my makeshift pan over the fire.  She grimaces.  "Ew what is that?" "Rabbit."  I char it up nicely and slice it thinly, giving her half on a plate.  She stares at it disgusted.  "Try it," I say with my mouth full of the juicy meat.  She takes a small nibble and raises her eyebrows, taking a bigger bite.  "Mmm..." she hums happily as she eats it.  I roll my eyes and throw my plate into a bag to take to the river and wash later.  "Eat quickly, we need to go soon."  She looks up from her plate. "Why?"  "I'm starved and need to kill someone."  Her eyes widen in shock.  "I told you already what you're getting into," I say with a sigh, "I'm a killer.  I need to go kill someone and I'm not letting you stay here alone. Now get up."  She hands me her plate with her good hand and holds her wrist.  "What about my wrist?"  "Sit down."  I grab my first-aid kit and grab some gauze, wrapping it around her wrist, sticking a stick in between layers.  I grab a triangle piece of cloth and create a makeshift sling for her arm.  "There.  That will work for now.  Don't apply too much pressure so that it can heal.  We'll wash it everyday and ice it with ice from the house we're on our way to right now."  She nods a bit and stands up.  After a deep breath and a long pause she looks me in the eye.  "I'm ready."
                          
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I stare through the window of the bedroom of my next kill.  "Slow me down and I kill you too, " I tell the Elizabeth girl.  I pop open the window with my knife and start to climb up into the room.  I sigh and look back down at Elizabeth. "Change of plans.  Stay there and I'll let you in at the front,"  I whisper.  I tiptoe through the bedroom and hear the shower running.  //Perfect!  And her parents aren't going to be home for a few hours!//  I've tracked her before so I know the schedule perfectly.  I quickly let Elizabeth in first and motion for her to follow me upstairs.  "Put on the gloves I gave you," I say as I pull out my backup knife.  "Why don't you wear gloves?" she asks.  "I'm not documented.  So to everyone I don't exist.  You on the other hand..."  "Hello?  Mom is that you home early?"  a voice calls out.  The shower turns off.  "Shit," I whisper to Elizabeth.  "Change of plans, she dies now."  I walk over to the bathroom and open the door.  The girl looks at me frightened.  "W-who are you?!"  Her eyes widen as she sees the knife and she backs away from me.  "Oh!  Please don't hurt me!  My mom!  My boyfriend! Please!"  I smirk and walk closer to her.  "Oh poor, poor girl."  I lift my knife up so it hits the light before plunging it down into her chest.  She screams and blood squirts out onto my face.  I laugh and stab her again and again until the floor is slick with her blood, I'm covered with her blood, and the mirror and walls are painted red.  Elizabeth gasps in shock as she watches with big eyes.  I step away from the girl, who's near lifeless body is twitching on the ground.  "Stab her," I say.  "Stab her right here and end her."  I point to a place in the neck.  Elizabeth takes a cautious step forward, and then with her good hand and a big scream, she plunges the knife deep into the poor girl's neck and rips it out, a splash of blood splattering her shirt and clothing.  She pants softly and looks at me.  I smirk and nod with approval.  "Alright, let's move it."  I wipe my blade clean on my shirt and sheathe it, heading to the window I came in.  She follows me, glancing back at the lifeless body for a brief second, as all remorse and emotions in her eyes fade away.  I hop out the window and help her down safely, smiling at her and heading back home.  Maybe this will be okay.  Maybe.  Just maybe, this will work.