The Lies Amongst Us

Prologue

Prologue

I look at her, the poor thing. So dazed and confused so weak. Already she has been awake for 10 minutes and still she hasn’t managed to get herself together yet, its disgraceful that she can’t even do that much. As a gear in the justice machine I would have expected her to be more aware of her surroundings and for her to be better at getting herself under control, how disappointing. As a lawyer of some renown I would also I have expected her to take longer to trust me, not that a quick catch wasn’t nice but it’s more satisfying to have to work for their trust, what fun is it when all you have to do is smile and seem nonthreatening.

It had been boring working her; I had seen her a few times at a coffeeshop and was getting ready for the next guinea pig anyway. I had simply walked up to her one day, complementing her on a case I knew she had won just a few days earlier. After that it was easy chatting her up and getting her number and a movie date later that week. After the movie date, she had agreed to 3 more dates, the last one being a picnic out in the free, the perfect place to take someone without other people having seen us together. After a successful date, I’m a gentleman after all, no reason to cheat a girl out of a date. I served her a nice and drugged dessert, gathering her things and mine, then carrying her to my car.

After a semi long ride, we get to my house on the outskirts of town. It lays at the end of Jayjock street with a long road leading up to the house. Getting miss lawyer to the soundproof cellar is a chore and a half but I get it done. After that it’s just getting her secured to the chair and waiting for the drug to wear of.

Before she wakes completely, I check her bonds are secure one more time. It would be a pity if my newest specimen were to escape. It’s always annoying and it gives them a confidence that’s contra productive to what I’m trying to achieve. Which people can see, which people can learn, who do I have to convince to get what the world set to rights. No more LIES! No more lying to ourselves or others, no more pretending to be something we’re not. No more. I just got to find more clear-sighted; people will listen if I find enough clear-sighted. And it’s not like it a loss, killing those that refuse to listen. Those that refuse to really try, those to narrowminded to change. If they can’t even get a simple game like mine right how could they ever handle the truth when I reveal it to them. I found in my victims that those that could adapt in a life or death situation were much more willing to accept the truth I was trying to show them, even if they wouldn’t take it to heart till later. It was a process that took time but starting with the life and death situation had given the best results. I would those openminded and clear-sighted enough to chance to realise the truth for themselves.

“It’s good to see you awake miss Klovis. You fell asleep quite suddenly, it was a bit rude of you, I had to carry you back after all.” The taunting I had learned served to rile up my victims, it makes them more afraid when it seems I don’t care about them at all, when I make it to them that it is their own fault they end up in such a situation to begin with. And really it is somewhat their own fault, after all they chose to trust me, to let me into their lives.

“Don’t you worry miss Klovis, I’m not an unfair man you see, I have a little game the two of us can play and if you win I’ll let you walk out of here.” That was the truth of course, if you could answer all three of my questions she would get to walk away, just like the ones before her who got everything right.

“I’m not playing any games of yours, you monster. I’ve seen the news whatever game you play is clearly rigged with the number of victims you’ve left behind.” I hate when they doubt me like that, I’m no liar half-truths and omissions when it’s needed but no lies.

“I swear to you miss Klovis the only reason there are so many victims are because they are far to narrowminded to get it right. You will get a fair chance, if you chose to take it, if you don’t it matters little to me, it just means you’re going to die that much sooner.” If they don’t want to play, they don’t deserve the chance to get the fog out of their brains.

They think they are so clever when they refuse to play, as if that proves anything at all. It only proves their weak mindedness to me, to afraid to even try. But miss Klovis isn’t the type to not take a chance, as a lawyer it’s all she does. Take a chance the one she defends are innocent or the ones she accuses are guilty. She won’t disappoint me by not playing.

“Alright I’ll play your game. What are we playing?” I knew she would take the opportunity given to her. The clever ones almost always do.

“The game we’re playing is two truths and lie. I will tell you three things about me, one of those things are a lie. There will be three rounds if you answer correctly all three times, I will release you unharmed. If you get even one question wrong and I’ll kill you. Any questions about the game?”

“No, I understand the rules.” How nice someone who doesn’t try to stall for time.

“Good, statement number 1. I prefer my victims to be quiet over screaming their heads of. Statement number 2. I don’t like blood. And statement number 3. My father used to beat me up when I was a child. Which one is the lie?” Some get this first one right, but most don’t get it. They try to reason their way out, they try to apply their own lives to mine, to get what they have heard about me on tv to fit to the man they knew beforehand. The usually can’t find the correlation, can’t wrap their heads around knowing a killer.

“I’ve made my choice. You do like blood. Statement two is lie.” Glaring fiercely at me, as if daring me to tell her she is wrong. I’m almost sad to tell her, she is indeed wrong. But no matter, most do believe I most enjoy the sight of blood, just because I kill.

“I’m sad to tell you, you’re mistaken miss Klovis. I don’t like blood it’s such a hassle to clean up.” The disbelief in her eyes, as se tries to comprehend how utterly wrong she is. One of the few pleasures I have when they get things wrong. It’s preferable for them to get it right. But I have to find some positives, or I might end up giving up on my mission and that would be a true travesty.

I get out my garotte, it isn’t as fast as other way but it is decidedly less messy.