First Kill

Episode 2: A Killer's Story

Hanson Police Department,

03/09/1985.

Two days after the murder.

The suspect had been captured and identified. He sat in the investigation room.

"Look, Agent Lopez, we've got the fingerprint, there's enough evidence to send this guy in for the f*****g needle. What more do you want to question him for?" Officer Mike held him back.

"I know. I just want to ask him a few questions, that's it." Agent Lopez replied.

He proceeded to walk into the room.

"I'm not saying anything thing till I get my chocolate milk." The killer announced.

"Well, I'm not sure I need you to say anything. Your prints have indeed matched the ones on the bodies." Agent Lopez laughed. "Look, I just want us to have a friendly discussion. You talk, I talk, you know? Like buddies."

"You are not a friend." The killer responded sharply.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Why would you consider me a friend when I didn't even introduce myself." He smiled. "I'm Agent Ricky Lopez and I'm an FBI agent."

"FBI? I guess I did get popular." The killer smiled.

"Hmm, not really. I mean, your popularity would depend on how much information will be shared tonight." Agent Lopez smiled.

"So what are we going to talk about?" The killer asked, he looked interested. "I already told them everything."

"Yes yes, you did. But I want detail. Think of this as an interview, you tell me those gory details you had left out. And yeah, tell me about yourself. Where you were born and stuff like that. Just your life story man, I'm a fan." The detective sat up. "Do you mind if I record this?"

The killer stared in silence.

"I mean, you do want to get popular right? The killer of Hanson, has a nice catch to it."

"Okay, what do you want to know?"

"Everything. I want to know everything." Agent Lopez gestured stylishly.

The killer sat up and began:

On the first day of July 1942, I was given birth to, in this town.

My father was always ill, he had leukaemia.

On the third day of July 1952, he died, I was only ten by this time. My mother had nothing, all the money we had was used for medication, medication he didn't even get to finish. So, to survive, my mom got married to this construction worker.

He moved in shortly after, but I hated him and the feeling was clearly reciprocated by him. He would always beat me and call me names. He would I was a devil, sent to destroy him.

It was around this time that I started killing them rats. I was always at home, no money to pay fees, so I was always so bored. I set traps and the traps would catch them silly creatures. Then afterwards, I would spend time torturing them, I always imagined they were my stepfather.

One day, he came back early from work, I think he was fired or something, cause he looked angrier than usual. I mean, he was always drunk, he had it coming.

Now, he saw me, you know doing my thing and he freaked out, threw a beer bottle at me, beat me, cursed me, till one of the neighbours came in and stopped him.

My mother came back later that day and you know what she did? Nothing, absolutely nothing.

I didn't blame her though, that man was abnormally large, and by large, I mean fat.

So that's when it started, the urge to kill. I started having dreams about killing the fat fucker. Heck, I even started making plans.

So you know my mum was always working in the bar, and the fat-f**k was always at home with me, terrible times.

So one day he told me to get him a beer from the fridge, he said I should open it too. So, since I'd been researching ways to kill him, I actually found one, poison, they said it was the best way to kill someone bigger than you. But I didn't want to just 'kill him' i wanted to torture him for hours and since my mom wasn't going to be back till night, it was the perfect time.

So, I laced it with some sleeping pills I had crushed earlier.

He drank the beer and slept like an elephant.

Now, tieing him up was the hardest part, like I said, he was really big. But, I managed, I tied his legs and his hands as tightly as I could and pushed him up, he just sat there snoring like a pig. I poured some cold water on him and he woke up.

"What the f**k!" He yelled.

I immediately stuffed his mouth with the socks I was holding.

He mumbled and mumbled, the dummy didn't realize I wasn't hearing anything he was saying.

I brought out the pressing iron and burned his d**k off. Yeah, it smelled like bacon.

He seemed to be shouting a lot, thank God I muffled him.

That was when my mom came back. She seemed very shocked.

"What have you done!" She cried.

"Mom, I was just doing the right thing." I replied as I got up to her, she stepped backwards, she seemed scared. I moved closer again and she ran the other way towards my stepdad. She took the socks out of his mouth.

"I will f*****g kill him. I'll f*****g kill you both." He mumbled with all his strength.

My mom gently sat down on the floor as she cried silently.

"Go get some water." She ordered. I rushed off into the kitchen and got it, when I came back into the sitting room, he was dead, she had slit his throat open, heck, I didn't even know where she got a knife.

There was blood everywhere, I was beginning to get scared.

My mom immediately got up and went down to the basement. She came back up with a chainsaw in her hands.

She wasn't really crying anymore, she turned on the stereo set, my stepdad's rock playlist started banging.

It was very loud, she turned on the chainsaw and started chopping him up, limb after limb, you know, like I did them ladies.

Funny thing is, it didn't actually bother me, it was very exciting.

When she was done we packed him into a bag and drove off to the river, we dumped his fat ass in that water and we never spoke about him again.

The killer had finished the first part of his story.

"So now we know the genesis why don't you tell us how you did them girls?" Agent Lopez smiled.

"Oh, that's the best part." The killer laughed.

He started:

It was a rather cold day, I mean, I would remember, I just got fired.

I went back home and had a couple of beers, and I stared at that centre table and saw all them beers, I don't know, it just reminded me of my stepdad you know?

Memories started flooding back in, I mean, it's not like I forgot or anything like that, I just never really thought about it like I did that day.

I remembered how I felt that night we killed my stepdad I felt free, excited, the rush, heck, I had never felt that excited ever since that day.

Funny enough, on the TV at that time, Richard Ramirez was on the news, they were reporting how he was captured and how he had tortured people and stuff.

But I wasn't really baffled by his work, it was the attention, the people that came out just to see him, it was , I mean they were even reporting were he was born and s**t like that, man created a legacy.

Just like that, I was motivated, it was almost as if God had spoken to me, you see, I'm quite religious.

I got into my car and began the search for my victim.

That's it, that's how I killed and butchered them two women.

How did you like my story? I hope you got it on your recorder.

The killer gleamed with joy, he seemed to enjoy narrating his story.

"Can I get the chocolate milk now?" He requested.

"Oh, you'll get your chocolate milk." Agent Lopez got up and sat on the table, just beside the killer. "But, you see, I think that's bullshit. I mean, the first part of your story is believable, but the part of you killing those women? I think its bullshit."

"What do you mean?" The killer looked up.

"Why don't I go get you that chocolate milk? When I'm back I'll tell you my own story, I'll tell you what I think really happened." Agent Lopez gave the killer a cheeky smile before he left the room.