Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24766402-20140424203342

So, here's another one from me to be reviewed if possible:

'''A Psycho’s Honest Impenitence '''

The first time was the most difficult one too. I had the jitters for days. On Tuesday I postponed for Wednesday, on Wednesday for Thursday, on Thursday for Friday. Friday was a national holiday so I delayed it for Monday. You never start great things on weekends. I couldn’t catch any sleep on the night between Sunday and Monday. On Monday morning I looked into the mirror and couldn’t recognize myself. Tonight at 9, no more delays.

At the moment I pulled it out and entered the convenient store, she looked as confused as I did. You couldn’t tell who was more scared. I almost dropped it from my hand, but I pulled myself together and said in a calm voice:

“Give me the money from the register and your cell phone.”

The period from the order to the execution seemed like eternity. She was terrified; she was probably thinking that she could get killed. I put the money in a bag, the bag inside my jacket and ran out of the store. The way home was an Odyssey. I spent days thinking up the best tactic how to deceive the authorities, so the march route of about two kilometers using an orthogonal street system turned into a twenty kilometer trip which I passed changing seven different public transport vehicles along with changing my clothes in a subway bathroom.

It’s interesting how a newbie in a job has the feeling that everyone around him knows what he’d done. Especially if the job is socially unacceptable. While I was on a bus two cops came in. That was it, I thought, they know. The End. Prison. A disgrace to the family. While I was creating an image of my prison molestations, one cop started complaining to the other one how Sunderland made him lose 2400 quid while the other one shook his head in a “the government should do something about that” manner. Somehow, I kept the contents of my intestines in them and ran out of the bus.

As I approached my door my heart rushed as if I just ran the London marathon. I vomited, took a shower and made tea. There was no turning back, I realized. Now that I look at it, I see how trivial those things were.

I got the hand of it very quickly. The third robbery was already child’s play. There were no preparations, I just eat some breakfast and go for it. I get the money and head home, no turning around. I always had a sense of timing so no greater accidents happened. Sometimes I even gave a compliment if there was a lady behind the counter but never lowering the kitchen knife I used.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">What I loved most was buying the “Times” and read about myself.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Unknown male, late 30s, about 6’5’’ robbed a convenient store last night around 10 PM”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Either the clerk was drunk while describing me or the journalist had some stale pot before writing. Anyway, it is obvious why only 10% of cases are solved. I wouldn’t want to be in the 10% worst criminals. That would completely crush my ego.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">However, the ego began asking for more. The robberies became boring and the adrenaline rushes were pathetic. Instead of sweating like a pig after crimes I usually went for a jog. Sometime about that the series “Dexter” came out. I looked up the trailer and liked the concept; everything except the rule of killing only criminals who escaped the hand of the law. Nobody cared about that.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">A month after that I decided to act. I hadn’t had that kind of adrenaline rush since forever; I felt alive again. I met the victim 10 days earlier, during a jog in the suburbs. She was a cool chick. If I were normal I’d probably enjoy dating her, going on holidays and such. But I’m not normal. At least by some standards. Instead of showing her Orion, the Big Dipper and such, I chose to be direct. A bit of lying and acting during the first two dates and the “third date rule” did its magic. Although, instead of an orgasm she got a sharp Solingen knife directly into her left antechamber.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">My hand was surprisingly accurate, not a trace of the insecurity and fear like the first time robbery. Pure C9H13NO3. There are no words to describe the sensation of piercing human flesh. It’s not too resistant and yet not too soft. Just right. Her eyes rolled and after a few painful breaths there was silence. I stood over my masterpiece and then congratulated myself. Now it was time to get rid of the evidence. An old saying goes: To solve a big problem, divide it into smaller pieces. Maybe that’s how Newton and Leibniz came to the idea of infinitesimal calculus? While I was differentiating the body on the x, y and z axis and remembering my mathematical analysis simultaneously I felt complete relief and peace. I packed the body parts into a big bag and drove them off to a pig farm. Pigs can digest human flesh and bones in a matter of hours.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Everything became routine later. But not the routine that is mechanically done; it was more of a routine that brought me an equal amplitude of sensation each time it was repeated. The money I earned on my previous job I constantly invested in the new one. Well, it was more of a hobby since it was economically inefficient and quite expensive since every next victim demanded cleaning up the evidence up to the last drop of blood. That was no problem for me; a man should not mourn the time spent on an activity he loves.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Somewhere around the fourth murder a rumor rose that a serial killer was on the loose in England. Someone connected the four females and instantly came up with a theory that the murderer is an analytical genius and kills by a pattern yet to be found out. The news papers raced to publish:

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“MURDERER STRIKES AGAIN”

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“MURDERER LISTENED TO SLAYER AND KILLED”

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“HE KILLS ONLY WOMEN OVER 14 AND LESS THAN 90 YEARS OLD”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">I was touched by the amount of attention but also worried with the amount of bollocks in the papers. Seriously, this is not a Hollywood film or a crime novel. I do not look for girls with blonde or brown hair, or with four piercings in the left ear. No, who’d waste time on details like those? While everyone was trying to connect the links that led to me I was as versatile as possible in choosing the girls as well as the places where I picked them up. The internet is a Mecca, but I used it carefully and inconsistently. Anyway, it’s better to become one of the faces in the crowd. Going out with friends, buying groceries, writing creepypastas, everything’s permitted; just don’t be suspicious and it’s going to happen again and again and again…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">NOTE: This is a preview, no grammar has been corrected. Treat it as a beta version.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">Do leave a comment below, suggest changes or what not!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">Cheers!

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