Chapter Twenty-Three
Matteo
As soon as Damon texted me a name I knew what it was for. I feel like I’m spiraling and I need to kill. I can’t even remember the face of the last fuck I killed. That’s when I know it’s been too long. I was going to go out last night and do it, but I needed to satisfy another need. This house is as cookie-cutter as it gets with the truck and minivan in the driveway.
Damon didn’t give me anything but a name and I don’t care enough to know what this man has done. All I care about is being the one to take his last breath from him. Odds are he has kids with the minivan in the driveway. This may get trickier than I hoped but it just makes it that much more thrilling. I grab my reaper mask and pull it over my head. I make sure my hair is tucked inside and walk up to the house.
As soon as I step on the grass, the motion lights kick on. I duck and hide in the bushes. I didn’t see any cameras
when I first got here and did a perimeter check, but I still need to stay hidden. It's late enough that everyone should be sleeping. I creep up to the house and slowly walk to the back door. It's locked of course and I don’t want to risk waking anyone by punching a hole in the window. I try the kitchen window and it's locked .
“Fuck,” I mumble. I like a challenge, but the longer I wait, the higher the risk of getting caught. I look upstairs and see one of the windows is open. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I sigh. Looks like I’m going for a little climb. I turn around to see if I can find anything to help me get onto the roof. Lucifer has answered with a ladder leaning against the shed. I grab it as quietly as I can and ascend each rung with my gloved hands.
I look into the room and see two beds separated by a nightstand. From the light pink curtains I assume this is his daughter's room. I slowly try to crawl through their window. My big body wasn’t built for sneaking around. I make it inside and walk to the bedroom door. As I open it a crack a little female voice talks behind me.
“Who are you?” I don’t turn around because I don’t want to scare them with my reaper mask.
“I was sent here to do a job. Go back to sleep okay?” I say in a soft tone. The other girl stirs and wakes.
“Mia who is that?” she asks her sister.
“I think he’s the sandman. He said he had a job to do and mama used to say the sandman came to make sure we would have a good nights sleep.”
I turn around slowly and wait for them to scream or get scared by my mask, but they look in awe. Children are odd creatures. “Do you have somewhere safe you can stay while I’m working?” I ask.
“We can go in our brother’s room,” the other sister says.
I nod. “Where's your brother's room?”
They both get out of bed and grab my hands to drag me out of their room. I look both ways before leaving their room. They drag me to the door next to theirs. Mia opens the door and they try to pull me inside. I shake my head and kneel down to their level.
“I can’t come in. I have a job to do remember. You guys don’t leave this room at all okay?” I say sternly. Mia nods and the other girl follows her into the room. I softly close the door and turn back toward the hallway. I take three steps forward before I hear the door creak open again. I stop walking when a male voice is behind me.
“Are you here to take the boogeyman away?” he asks. I don’t know who he is referring to.
“Something like that. Keep your sisters safe and don’t open that door for anything.” I reiterate.
“I knew someone would come for him someday. He deserves to go wherever you plan to take him.” I know he is talking about his father then. I’m going to quite enjoy killing Connor Hugo. I am not a kid person whatsoever but hopefully these kids listen and stay in that room.
I walk to the other side of the hallway and open the only other door that’s closed. As I’m walking over to the bed, I grab the knife from my back pocket. The moonlight shines through the window and lights the room. I look down at this prick and his wife sleeping like babies. I know she will wake up as soon as I stab him. I'll have to take care of her first.
I cover her mouth with my hand and she instantly
wakes up. Her eyes widen when she notices my mask. “Go get your kids and leave. If you scream I'll kill you, if you call the cops I'll kill you,” I whisper in her ear. “Do you understand? Nod if you do.” She nods furiously and I slowly let go of her mouth. She watches me as she hurries out of bed and runs down the hall. I watch through the door as she grabs the girls and yanks her son down the hall. The girls wave to me and I wave back before getting back to business.
I move the curtain to watch the minivan leave the
driveway. I turn back to Connor who turns over in the bed. He reaches for his wife and notices she isn’t there. His eyes flutter and then he finally notices me. “What the hell,” he mumbles.
I walk over to the bed and punch him square in the
face. Blood runs out of his nostrils. His face contorts under my fist when I punch him again. He puts his hands up to block my fist, but I punch him again and he is back out. I grab the chair from the corner of the room and duct tape him to it. I walk around the room waiting for him to wake up.
After what takes forever he finally comes to. I want
him awake for every punishment I plan to dish out to him. He finds me in the shadows of his room. “Who the fuck are you?” he asks. I tilt my head to the side and don’t answer him. I wiggle the hunting knife in my hand and he starts to scream. “Help! Someone help me.” I knew I should have duct taped his mouth shut. Looks like Connor isn’t as good of a listener as his wife.
I grab his throat and he stills. “You shut your fucking mouth before I cut your tongue out. Understood?” Connor shakes his head furiously. I run the knife down his cheek and knick his chin.
“What do you want? I have kids,” he starts.
“Oh, I already met your kids, real cute.”
“Where’s my wife?”
“She's with your kids. What kind of parent would she be to leave her kids all alone,” I taunt.
“Oh god, did you kill my family? ”
I laugh. “Stop acting like you are a caring father now.” I put the knife to his throat. “I think it’s a little too late, don’t you?”
“Please, I’m begging you,” he cries.
“Begging isn’t my thing. I’m more about the chase and the thrill of catching my prey,” I smirk. I stab him in the stomach and he hunches over. I rip the knife out and stab him again in the gut. Blood drips from his mouth. I continue to stab him over and over again in the stomach. He was dead after the third stab wound, but I couldn’t stop. I lost count after the twelfth stab.
I stop my assault on Connor and stand there covered in blood. There still aren’t sirens outside so I’m guessing his wife hasn’t called the police yet. My breath is ragged and I can feel my hard on pushing against my jeans. This was exactly what I needed. Now time to go fuck something.