Killer Results

Solo Hunt

POV David

I sat drinking coffee waiting for the young brunette to finish her shift. Today she was meeting her sister at the diner for lunch. I had been watching her patterns for the last month and I knew so much about her now that I could tell you what she would eat each night, when she would pee, and who she might see on any given day. However, today would be my last day watching, for tonight I would take her. 

It was perfect. Tomorrow was her day off of work, and normally she hiked or fished on her days off pending the weather conditions. She wouldn't be missed. Even so, it would be assumed that something occurred on her day off, not the evening before. I had it all planned out and was looking forward to feeling her warmth. 

Her shift ended and she walked outside to wait for her sister. I watched as they hugged and found a booth in the diner. I waited patiently as they went on and on about their lives. Finally, ready, she left the diner and walked home. 

I drove my car to the neighborhood park then continued on foot, it was less then a block to her small efficiency apartment. I took the duplicate key I had made a few weeks back out and let myself in. I carefully relocked the door and hid behind the bathroom door. I had scouted out the space before while she was working. With limited areas to hide and the knowledge that I wanted to have control of her before she knew I was in the room, my choices were limited.

I heard her enter the apartment and knew the radio was about to be blasted. Sure enough the music started pumping before she even had a chance to take her shoes off. As she bounced around the room kicking off her shoes and tossing her stuff to the couch and coffee table, she behaved like she didn't have a care in the world. She crossed into the bathroom and tossed the shower curtain back to turn the water on. Steam started to fill the bathroom and she was pulling the waitress attire off over her head before elbowing something soft. She finished pulling the dress over her head and let it drop to the ground. She leaned over her sink and wiped her palm across the mirror to clear the steam that marred the reflection. She gasped when she saw me standing behind her. We locked eyes, and the fear took her.

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I made sure to take her tackle box and hiking shoes, along with her purse and house keys; I always covered my bases when making a girl disappear. It was important to create a narrative in my own mind of what could've happened. The brunette went hiking and took a fall, she died on impact. Maybe she got caught in the current and drowned while fishing, the list goes on. As long as my hands were clean at the end of the day, it didn't matter to me.  

I drove my car out past the few places I knew she frequented and chose one a bit further. She was known to run to her destination, she was training for a marathon, so increasing the distance wasn't out of the question. I drove into the deserted parking area and popped the trunk. Removing the large canvas bag, the hiking shoes and a few other items, I hiked off towards the trails. After climbing a few sloping trails, I found the perfect place. Wrapping her heavily in vines, I tossed her off the side of the steep rock face into the water below. 

I chose another trail back and tossed her shoes into the water. Then I headed back to my car. Once there I removed the tackle box and found a picnic table to leave the box under, with her purse and keys inside, keeping it simple. The early signs of dawn were beginning to peek above the horizon as I turned on the radio and pulled my car into highway traffic. This road led me out of the Carolinas and back home to New York.

It was well after sunset when I reached the familiar back roads that marked my last two hours till I made it back home, this is when I finally got to enjoy my last evening. The brunette had performed perfectly. She was terrified and obedient. I simply placed my finger over my lips and she nodded. She didn't scream when I took her to bed, nor did she lay limp when I forced myself into her, she struggled and fought. She made my time with her extremely enjoyable, only crying when I removed the belt from her wrists and told her to shower. At first she resisted, but I simply stood up and informed her that if she didn't willingly shower alone, I would happily join her. She smelled so sweet when she stepped out clean. The aroma of honey and almonds was overwhelming. I enjoyed that memory recalling her face in the mirror as I looped the belt around her neck and watched the life leave her eyes.

I became distracted from my thoughts; stumbling off on the side of the road was a young woman. I thought about continuing by, but she looked pretty roughed up. Something was not right, so I slowed down and pulled off the road. Rolling my window down, I spoke to her.

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ROAD KILL

POV Lauren

It couldn't get any worse. My body no longer responded to me, it moved forward out of sheer desire to escape the scene of the crime. On instinct alone, it knew I had to move. When the car pulled up beside me, I had hoped it would accelerate and leave me along the road for the vultures to feast on. This wouldn't be my luck.

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POV David

'Do you need help?"

"Don't we all need help?" She stumbled forward. Never glancing into the car.

"Are you hurt?" I slowly pulled the car forward to keep up with her.

"More than usual, but I'm still living." The woman spoke in a clipped monotone and seemed numb to the conversation. 

"Can I drive you somewhere?"

"I don't have anywhere to go." She finally stopped walking and hesitated.

I pondered the thought of another kill, but realized, there was no spark. She just didn't value her life. What is the point of taking the life of someone, who has nothing to live for? 

"Get in." I leaned over and unlocked the passenger door.

The young woman opened the door, sat down, and leaned against the window. I took a moment to reach acrossed and buckle her in. I paused. The dark night hid what the car's light couldn't. She was covered in blood, dirt, and god only knows what else. Her clothes barely covered her body, her skin was scratched, cut, bruised and muddy. 

"What happened to you?" I knew I hadn't the right to ask, but she looked like she'd been through one hell of a rough night.

"Men." She never took her face off the window. I felt helpless, I wanted more information.

"Who did this to you!?" I raised my tone, hoping to get an answer out of her.

"Why does it matter!?" The young woman barely whispered the words, but her tone spoke volumes in its meaning. "It's done."

She's giving up. I felt an immediate need to protect this woman. Someone had taken her life and left her to walk amongst the living. I watched my father do this to so many women growing up, I couldn't stand to see it done again. I put the car in drive and drove to the only place I felt comfortable, home.

HOME SWEET HOME

POV David

She slept most of the drive, looking completely depleted. I pulled the car directly into the garage before carrying her from the car. She was so frail, her body laid limp in my arms, I had to pull her close to my chest to support her. I could smell them, the stench of men. Drunk, sweaty, disgusting...I needed to breathe, but their odors were all over her.

I walked through the kitchen, down the hall and into the master bedroom. I gently laid her on the bed and moved to the bathroom. I started to fill the tub with hot water and scented bath oils, anything to remove the foulness. 

I went to retrieve the young woman only to find her curled up in a ball. She looked so helpless. I touched her shoulder, she didn't even bother to pull away. Someone had broken the fight in this woman. Her eyes stayed closed.

"You need to get cleaned. Can you do it on your own?" She didn't answer. I didn't wait any longer for a response. I simply carried her into the bathroom.