The Carnival Killer

The Perfect Predator " The wolf never lies with the sheep. " - Murphy Mark "Unlike every other serial killer in history, I know what I am. They all try to be "normal", and have families and friends. Ted Bundy, John Wayne Gacy, Keith Jesperson the list goes on. They all had families and friends and tried to live double lives. Each were caught because of their weakness for their other lives. Know what you are and live your life for that one and only thing. I know what I am and that makes me a perfect predator. The Zodiac Killer and Jack the Ripper were never caught. They were lone wolves on opposite sides of the earth in different generations. The Zodiac Killer sent several taunting letters to the press. He gave them clues in cryptic coding. Some of his letters coding have yet to be cracked. He showed the police how stupid they really were. Sent them clues to the murders but they still couldn't catch him. Jack the Ripper sent letters to the police taunting them as well.They were the cause of nightmares throughout their countries. They never got sloppy, they stayed calm and made it all the way through to the end of their masterpiece. I have no wife, no kids, no friends, no attachments and no weaknesses. Nothing will hold me back from my true potential. I will be this generations perfect killer. The nightmare that will plague the world. Jack the Ripper said he gave birth to the twentieth century. Now I will give birth to the millennium." Sitting alone in this diner reminds me of how sad the world really is. The waitress was a tall fat woman that was probably a pretty girl in her youth. Now her eyes had large bags under them and her cheeks moved with every step she took. She was missing a few teeth, probably due to smoking crack or rubbing cocaine on her teeth and tongue. The chef behind the counter looked like his entire body had been stretched out. I watched him whip his nose with his hand several times. The fat trucker that sat in the booth across from me sprayed his gigantic mouthful of burger all over his table as he smacked his way through his entire meal like a massive walrus eating for the first time. I would love nothing more than to sit my coffee cup down, wipe my mouth with my napkin, walk over and shove his unused butter knife right through his left eyeball and into his brain. Suddenly, Troy appeared in the seat across from mine. Though, it couldn't really be Troy, I watched him die many years ago. He was as clear to me as the waitress and the walrus were. His brown hair looked just as it always did and he had the same green eyes as me. A trait we both inherited from our mother. He turned his head and saw the walrus eating, he turned back to me and said, "He sure is disgusting, isn't he?" I nodded my head and fought the tears as one slipped through and slid down my cheek. "You shouldn't blame yourself for my death Murphy, there was nothing you could do." Troy looked back at the walrus behind him, then turned back to me with a vicious grin on his face. "You should kill that fat slob as soon as he goes to the restroom," he said. I shook my head. I scanned the diner to see if anyone was watching me. The chef was cooking in the kitchen, the waitress was on the phone and the fat trucker was face deep in his burger. I leaned in toward Troy and explained, "He can't be a part of my work, it starts tonight and he will be long gone by then." Troy was not happy with my words. "If you really loved me you would kill that fat piece of shit." His anger covered his childlike innocence and made him look very pale and dark shadows circled his eyes. "Kill him," he demanded. "No!" I snapped. He climbed up on the table. He placed his hands on the window and climbed up to the ceiling. He crawled upside down on the ceiling until he was directly above my table. He fell through my coffee and a plate of nothing but a few blueberry muffin crumbs and disappeared. I looked under the table and there he was lying in a pool of blood with a bone sticking through the skin of his neck. It was the same way I found him under that tree. "Excuse me sir, more coffee or perhaps another muffin?" The waitress asked with a smile and a slight giggle. I must have looked like I was about to vomit, her smile was gone as soon as she saw my face. "No thanks," I replied. Troy appeared in the booth. He looked normal again, except for being dead. He was propped up against the wall with his legs stretched out on the booth. He laughed hysterically. "I hate it when you do that exorcism s**t. Stop laughing! it isn't funny," I snapped. He ignored me and continued to laugh. I threw a twenty dollar bill on the table and stormed out. Outside the cold morning air sent chills through my body. My mother sat on the bench close by, knitting something, like always. Without looking at me she said, "I wish you two wouldn't fight so much. You know he looks up to you, he always has, he just wants to be a part of your life." "He is... you both are. I'm doing this for all of us; but in order for it to work it must all be a pattern.Some random trucker at a diner bathroom that isn't planned out it would only create problems." I fought the urge to look at her. I got in my rental car and drove off. That night I collected all my tools I would need. Gloves, a loaded 9mm with holes drilled in the chamber to silence the shot, a razor sharp hunting knife and a thick rope. I'm still not sure which weapon I want to use so I packed a variety. I arrived at the carnival, it was colorful and loud. People screamed with excitement and others stuffed their faces with cotton candy, hot dogs, and funnel cakes. I walked around the carnival, watching all the families and teenagers out with friends. Everyone seemed to be having a great time, they all were so happy and friendly. I made my way toward the back of the grounds near the "Ring of Fire" ride. It was a large circular track that sent the cart of people around and around upside down. I walked behind some of the tree's close by and watched everyone, looking for my target. My mind was racing with so many questions. Who should I pick? A man or a woman? Someone young or someone old? Should I just kill the next person that walks past me? Then suddenly I heard a familiar voice. "You should have killed that fat trucker earlier, then you wouldn't be in this situation." Troy stood behind me smiling from ear to ear. "If your not going to help me pick someone then just leave." I said to him without taking my eyes off the crowd. He began scanning the crowd of people along with me. "What about him?" He pointed to a large man eating a foot long hotdog with a pound of sauerkraut on it. "What is your obsession with overweight men?" I asked in a joking way. He laughed, "I don't know I guess they just disgust me to the point that I want them to die." He looked over at the Ring of Fire ride and sighed, "That looks like fun, but you know I'm afraid of heights." I frowned and nodded. Just as the Ring of Fire ride was done a group of girls screamed and some guys laughed and cheered. A young blonde girl began to vomit all over the ground nearby. "Her! Her! HER!" Troy shouted like a kid in a candy store. "She's having a bad enough night, I was actually wanting it to be a man." I continued to scan the area as she began walking toward the portable bathrooms nearby. A young boy was with her. He looked a couple years younger than her, maybe a brother or cousin. He had a baby face and he seemed to be trying to comfort her. She appeared to be really embarrassed about the whole situation. He gave her a lingering hug that a brother or cousin doesn't give. "Must be her boyfriend." Troy said as he noticed my attention was back on her. "I said no Troy," I snapped. "He's going to get some refreshments and she's walking in the opposite direction toward the porta-poddy." He giggled the last word like a child would. I knew all of that without him telling me, although I didn't want to kill a woman tonight, I couldn't take my eyes off of her and I couldn't get her out of my mind. It had to be her, no other person will satisfy my craving tonight. "Okay, I'll do it for you brother...Stay here." While she was in the portable bathroom I looked around to make sure no one was watching. As soon as she walked out I covered her mouth with one hand and wrapped my other arm around her waist as I dragged her into the forest nearby. There I pulled the knife from my bag and stuck it through her chest and held it there until she stopped breathing. Her eyes were wide open, her skin was calm and her sun dress and matching cardigan were both covered in blood as it began to make a puddle underneath her. I stood and stretched my arms out letting the sensation of my kill run from my fingernails up my arms to my brain then back down to my feet. It was like having static electricity coursing through my entire body. I leaned down, kissed her on her forehead and whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry it had to be you."