12. Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Elliot
Another piece of shit human, touching my Little Raven tonight. Number two in less than a week that needs to fucking die. The motel owner, a few others here and there… I killed the last one in the field two nights ago, but the cops already found his body from what I heard. So, I guess I’ll be taking this guy somewhere else. I tried my hardest to get to her, but the drive from my house to the motel is too far. So, now I'm dragging him into the abandoned studio on the outskirts of town after the fact.
Thankfully this one doesn't weigh as much as the last couple of guys, meaning I don't have to drag him as far. He was easy to knock out, I just had to get close enough to him, wrap my arm around his neck, and wait.
I want to do this quickly, but I also feel the need to hunt him down. I figured this would be the perfect spot to play with him, letting him think he can get away, but only to catch him again and kill him.
Dynah needs me. She needs to realize that I’m only doing this for her. She has successfully filled every corner of my head. Her voice is music to my ears and her skin feels baby soft– even with all the scars that pepper her body. I can't wait to wrap my arms around her and kiss her lips.
The man I'm dragging down the stairs starts to wake up, his arms twitch and he starts to moan.
“Welcome to Hell,” I tell him, letting go of his arms and allowing him to fall to the empty floor. “You have ten minutes. When the timer goes off–”
I walk around his body, scraping my knife on the pieces of mirror glued to my mask. His eyes are wide, watching me closely. He is full of terror, pure unfiltered terror.
“–I’ll kill you.”
He rises to his feet, not taking his eyes off of me. Deciding to play with him, I jump forward, spooking him and making him fall once more to his ass.
“The timer starts now.” Clicking the button on the stopwatch, I hold it up to my ear hearing the familiar ticking sound of the clock. “Tick Tock… You better start running.”
He jumps back to his feet and runs away from me, further into the studio. I chose a dance studio so I could fuck with him even more. It used to be where a bunch of ballet students practiced, there are still barres and mirrors lining the walls. The way it’s set up though, he will basically run in circles, scrambling to find a hiding spot.
But I know this area. I know how to move around, where to hide, and where to catch. That’s why I picked this spot.
“Nine minutes!” I yell out into the dilapidated building.
I walk around slowly, my steps as quiet as possible. Arriving at the outer wall, I take my knife and run it across some of the mirrors. It sounds like nails on a chalkboard, filling the atmosphere around us with a disconcerting quality.
His heavy breathing bounces off the walls, filling the studio with more noise than it’s had in months. I can hear him panting, shuffling around, and falling every now and again.
“Six more minutes,” I growl.
“Please, just please let me go!” He replies, begging so sweetly from around the corner.
“Now why would I do that?”
“You must have the wrong guy! I didn’t do anything!”
“Didn’t do anything?” I ask with mock surprise. “You so graciously used your fists to torture my Little Raven. Didn’t do anything… You stuck your cock in someone that doesn’t belong to you. I’m only doing this for her. She is mine! ”
I can hear his sobs even though he tries to be as quiet as possible.
“Three,” I tell him. I round the corner, coming face to face with him. “Are you going to keep running, or are you finished?”
“Please… don’t do this!”
I grab him by the hand and pull him to the nearest mirror.
“Look at yourself. Look at how pathetic you are. Are you ready for Gríma Syn to show you your past sins?”
His sobs get louder as his body crumbles to the floor on his knees. He’s now in a proper prayer position, sobbing uncontrollably. I get down on my knees behind him, towering over his body. Grabbing his head, I force him to look into the mirror in front of us.
“Watch,” I whisper. Taking my blade, I run it down his cheek from his eye to his chin. “Cry for your savior if you will. But the only one who will show up… will be me.”
I drag the blade across his throat, cutting across the cartilage of his neck. His blood seeps out of the wound, running down his shirt and puddling onto the floor beneath him .
“Look at you. You bleed so well for me.”
I pull the bag of glass from my jacket pocket, and let his head slump to his chest. Somehow he stays upright, almost like he is silently praying to his god, yet his hands stay at his sides. Grabbing two shards, I pierce them into his closed eyes.
Standing up, I walk around his dead body. He is almost picture perfect, but only almost… he needs one more thing.
Pulling the ceramic skull from my other pocket, I bend down and place it in front of him on the now-bloody ground. I take a step back until I hit the mirror behind me. Much better.
I’m as proud as I can be after killing my prey.
I leave the scene, walking out of the front door.
“ One. ”