My personal medicine (winner 2012 ;-)
My personal medicine
The journalist asked the policeman on duty :
"- So can you tell us , Sir, what did you find this time ?"
"- Well, this time, three women were found dead on Miami's beach; they were completly burnt and the killer had extracted all their teeth, as usual.''
''- Ah ? so for the police, there is no doubt : Miami serial killer has stricken once more ?"
"- Three times more, you mean !! For sure, this is our serial killer's work, so to speak ..."
*****
Yes, I know, maybe I went a little too far this time, but this is it, my name is Peter Jane, and I'm a serial killer. I kill every Friday night - it's my hobby ! After work, I go to town at night looking for my next victim . My technique is easy : when I kill, I extract every single tooth from my victims' mouths and after that, I burn the corpses. For me it's the only thing that can calm me down, it's my personal medicine. I can't control it , I have tried, many times, but there is no way out.
Now, I have to go to work, I like my job - I find it very soothing. Today is Friday, it's my favorite day; tonight someone's blood will caress my fingers...
*****
At last I found a man but that man was my boss. I could kill him but it's wasn't a good idea. I had to leave, quickly; so I decided to go to a pub where I could find a lot of other men.
In the pub, I stared at every man to find my "perfect" victim. Here he was! A man was sitting alone on his chair, he was just behind the emergency exit. It was the perfect plan. I went to see him to ask if he could help me, because I had trouble with my car. He came next to the car, and I hit him on the head, with my shovel. I had to find a place where I could kill him, there was a church nearby. So I took the body to the local church and I went through my ritual calmly. Then I burnt the corpse, and I left quickly, as usual .
When I opened the front door, my phone rang and off I was again.
When I arrived on the crime scene, my colleagues were already there. They showed me a burnt piece of metal.
My police badge had fallen from my pocket...
a story by Alexandra and Maroua (1ère LVA)
23/10/2012
Catégories
- 2012