Diary of a Psychopath-

‘Isabelle’s Story’
4th Draft- Chapters 1-5
completed
3-16-2009
Written by- Brianne Hawks
Chapter 1-
06/24/2008
So I’ve been having the dream again. The dream I always have, where I’m
a kid, and I just have been given a kitten for my birthday. In the dream, I’m
playing with the kitten when it suddenly sinks its nails into me, and I throw it
across the room. I still to this day remember that sound, the sound of its head
hitting the wall. The dull thudding sound it made, and then its eyes glaze over,
and blood pours out its nose, not a gush like you would see with a human
getting hit, just a small little trickle of blood. After that, I continued to play with
the dead kitten for over an hour. I liked it better that way; it let me pet it, try
cuddling, brushing it, almost anything you could want but better.
Ever since that day, I’ve been fascinated with death. Fascinated with a need
to
see,see those last few seconds of the in-between when they crossed over from life
to death. To see what they saw when they crossed over, and every time I kill one,
sometimes I think, you know, I am just a little bit closer to seeing it. Seeing
through their eyes what comes next. I began to kill more animals to see what they
saw, being a licensed and well respected veterinarian in your field has
that perk. And when an animal comes along that just might not make it, you get
that perk. Their eyes would have a dawning peace come over them then just cut
out to blank after that. I’ve never told anyone about my fascination with death.
Ever since my first kitten, and of course…'her', I’ve always wanted to see what
they saw as they crossed over; you know make sure there WAS something
waiting for them on the other side. Sometimes I just wanted to see their reaction
to what came next, to see what they saw. But, there is no thrill with animals, only
peace and sweet release.

Last night I took it one step further.

Luke and I had our usual date night in, where I agreed to cook and we would
just spend the night hanging out. I was reaching my three month limit him. That’s
usually when I let them go, because they start to get so close, to the truth about
me. I can’t let that happen.
So, Luke was sitting on the couch while I was making
dinner and was talking about his parents. "You’ll really like them," He said,
"They’re really laid back and love animals, so you’ll get along really well."
‘Yuck,’ I thought to myself as I contemplated meeting his parents. ‘Guess I’ve
reached the fight or flight moment.’ I had finished with making the salad and
started to reheat the soup I had made earlier. ‘I just wish there was an easier way
to do this.’
I thought with distance as I stirred the soup. ‘I can’t meet his parents; parents
have built in radar to detect things in people. If I try to use my mask on them, I’ll
just end up being called a faker by them. I thought while furrowing my brow in
thought. Luke was still on the couch just yammering away. Really he had
become a nuisance, and meeting his parents were just like the straw that broke
the camel’s back. ‘Decision made’ I thought as I nodded my head quickly and
walked over to the pantry for my spice to add. I opened the pantry in my small
little kitchen and reached down to the bottom shelf, way in the back, for my
special spice. It was in an un-marked, brown clay jug and was sealed with a cork
lid. I brought it over to the pot of soup and pulled out some of the stalks and
flowers that were in the jug. I knew there would be a time when I would need
these, and the rainy day had come. Grabbing up my large chopping knife I gave
them a run through and carefully washed the milky white substance that came
out of the
stalks, off my hands and the knife. ‘Really one must be careful!’ I smiled to
myself, he would never know what was coming and I would get to see a unique
sight for the first time in my life.
I placed the bowls onto the table and told Luke that dinner was ready, in a voice
that I could muster as calmly as possible. We sat in relative silence as he began to
eat the soup. He didn’t even notice I was just sitting there watching him eat, not
touching mine at all.
He ate the whole soup, without complaint; in fact he actually made sounds that
meant he liked it!
"What are these, he asked holding up the secret ingredient. I smiled back at him
and said with a laugh, "I thought you would recognize leeks by now honey." He
scrunched up his face for second longer looking at them then shrugged and ate
them quickly. Soon his bowl was empty.
"That was delicious Isabelle! What was that, a veggie recipe you got off the food
network?"
He said looking down the table at my bowl. "Actually it’s an old family recipe," I
started and met his eyes as he gave me a questioning look, "And I didn’t eat
because I’ve had terrible heartburn all day, I thought it would’ve dispersed by
now but it’s not letting up even just a little bit." I grimaced and held my chest as I
said this and he smiled and just said, "Well then, do you mind if I have yours?" I
couldn’t believe my ears, HE WANTED MORE!?!?!?! I tried to keep my smile
innocent but it came out devious I know.
"Sure Hun, but do you think you’re really hungry enough to be able to eat both?"
I asked innocent as a lamb. He was eyeing my soup and licking his lips, "Yeah I
can give it some room in my stomach." I just laughed and walked the soup over
to him and set it down. As I carried the other bowl away I could hear Luke say,
"Boy it’s getting hot in here isn’t it? Don’t you think we should open a window
or something?" I just kept smiling because I knew the drug I used was working. I
walked back in from the kitchen to see Luke just sitting there, trembling. He
looked scared. "What is it Luke?"I said slowly and with a smile.
"I-I don’t know, I’m sweating, and trembling, and…AND I CAN’T MOVE MY
ARMS AND LEGS!!" He said in a loud panicked voice. That’s when I knew my time
to unmask had come. I started to giggle and walk slowly over to him. "Gee Luke;
I’m sorry you’re feeling that way… I hope it wasn’t something you ATE!!" And I
gave him a wicked little smile. He just continued to look scared and this is when
I realized he couldn’t even talk. So I reached his side and pushed him out of the
chair, and he landed- on his side, I rolled him over, just so I could stare into those
pretty baby blues. They were just wide as saucers and the pupils were actually
huge! I mean like he was on acid, huge! You’d think they’d be pinpoints because
of the fear. And then I thought about it. Ahh yes, the "herb".
I sat down on Lukes lap and smiled down at him while he just stared up at
me
his eyes huge with fear. "You know those Leeks that you were so happy to
munch on Luke? Well they weren’t Leeks. In fact, you’re really not supposed to
eat them at all. It’s an herb called Hemlock, see. And I ordered it awhile ago.
Thinking it would come to this in our relationship. Now you started out
sweating, then came the trembling, and of course the muscle movements
restricted. But you don’t know what the final result is." I paused in my narration
to smile down at him. He tried to open and close his mouth, like he wanted to
say something but couldn’t. So I give him my sweet smile and pinched his cheeks,
"Oh its okay Luke, you don’t need to say anything. I understand it all. And soon
so will you because the last symptom is the freezing up of the lungs. You won’t
be able to breathe. So of course, in a matter of mere minutes, you’ll choke to
death. Suffocation, man that’s got to be a horrible way to go." I said all this with a
pathetic attempt of pretending to be sorry for him. But I was having too much
fun and my face reflected my glee. Suddenly I could hear faint half gasps coming
from his mouth, short and tiny like he was quietly trying to gasp for air. I wasn’t
making it any easier as I was sitting on his chest, but it was fun to of course, to be
a weight that helped to strengthen the hemlock’s power. So I sat there and keenly
watched his eyes, his mouth bobbed open and shut for quite a few minutes
reminding me of a fish that I had caught once when I was about 14, it just opened
and closed its mouth several times, then stopped as it could no longer breath
above water. Luke’s eyes were absolutely bulging now, like he could pop a vein
at any minute and his hands began to faintly slap against the floor, looking for
anything to help…but of course, there was nothing. I sat back and clapped,
laughing with glee, this had felt better than any Christmas I could remember.
Finally his mouth was opening and closing much slower. And that was when
disaster struck, well for me anyways, but his eyes closed!! He was still gasping
and I can swear I felt his heartbeat in my legs. But it was going wrong, all wrong. I
had to see his eyes!! I HAD TO KNOW!! In my frustration, I started running around
for anything to keep his eyes open as my fingers pushing on them only led to the
eyes rolling back into his head.
Then I remembered the knife in the kitchen and ran to grab it. 'I'll just cut
off his eyelids!' I thought in desperation. And I did. Slicing at the sides and then
cleanly at the top, I cut his eyelids away. But with the blood and his eyes rolled
back into his head...I missed it. His gasps were
like tiny hiccups. Then he jerked, once, twice, and then was still. I stared into his
non-existing eyes
for a few seconds while checking his pulse on the side of his neck.
No pulse, and there seemed to be no change in his eyeballs. ‘Damn! How could I
miss it?’ I thought in bitter disappointment. I slapped his face and pushed
against his chest with my hands to stand up. I could feel the scowl formed on my
face. I would
definitely have to think more on the next one. Since I did this one, I knew there
was going to be another. Who, is the question, and When. Suddenly I heard a
voice, a
little girl’s voice, "Promise me! Promise you’ll make them pay!"
'I will make them pay, I promise.' I thought with anger, remembering my long ago
promise. But as I thought of 'her' I started to kaleidoscope down memory lane.
And Not wanting to
deal with that memory right at that time. I decided to get it together for the task
at hand. I pulled on Luke’s arms and dragged him towards the bathroom. based
on his size
I knew it was sheer adrenaline that was working for me at the moment. I then
took off his shirt, pants, and underwear, not forgetting his socks and shoes. Thank
God for me he wasn’t wearing any jewelry or a sports watch or anything. Getting
rid of those things would’ve been hard and had a chance of always ending up
leading back to me. I laid him in the bathtub and had done up the whole room in
plastic with silver duct tape. It was a trick I borrowed from someone else but it
was a good one. I had as tools a power chainsaw and my trusted boning knife
from my surgeons' tools. I started the bathwater to run and added a half cup of
bleach. I knew that it
wouldn’t stop the police from discovering blood in my apartment but it would at
least distort it from being recognized as to whose it was. I pulled out my boning
knife, from my surgeon's kit and picked up Luke’s arm, cutting straight down into
his flesh. A squirt of blood came popping out,squirted across my face; but not as
much as you see on the movies. Moving the knife at
a downward angle and down I began to form the first slice of what would become
animal
food for the wolves and boars that hunt in the desert for food at night. It went
pretty quickly and cleanly, actually. Pretty soon I had about three garbage bags
full of meat, organs, and bone. I took my presents out to Luke’s car. I drove
about an hour and a half out of the city on the way towards Primm. I then, got
busy on burying the bones of my now ex-boyfriend. I smashed his skull into
fragments and buried all the pieces four feet deep and 16 feet away from each
other. Keeping the fingers and burying them a mile away. I was making sure that
no one would be able to identify him and trace it back to me. Then as dawn
broke, I was finally done, and I drove Luke’s car to an empty apartment parking
lot. I picked this lot because it and the one next over, didn't have a camera. I felt
secure in the fact that I had disposed of him properly.
I also, scoured my apartment with a bleach cleanup, just to make sure no DNA or
blood existed to link me to his disappearance. I would have to call it in the next
day that he was missing. I sat on my couch and feeling proud of myself,
immediately fell asleep and slept all night, for the first time since I was a child.
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06/25/2008
6:57a.m.
Charlie Davidson was sitting at her desk poring over her case files; sure she'd
find something that a thousand other eyes had just seemed to miss. She knew
she was better, smarter, had something that they...well just didn't have. But this
was why
she always worked alone. Of course all her partners ended up not being able to
work with her, but mostly they just couldn't keep up. They couldn't see the
picture that she could. Charlie sat back and pinched the bridge of her nose
together. She sighed and quickly lopped her head from one side to the other and
the sound of bones popping echoed through the empty squad room. She looked
around her in the semi-darkened area and again sighed, she knew it was late and
her shift was over for a long time. She stood up and stuffed some files into her
duffel bag and started the long stretch of hallway down towards the stairs and
out. Maybe if she got some sleep, her fresh mind would catch something her
tired mind wouldn't. There was one squad room left with lights on, weird. She
paused just at the edge of their entrance to listen in on the conversation. She
knew it was the day shift because night was all condensed and downstairs. She
had to lean in closer and strain her ears to pick up even a whisper of their
conversation, that's how quiet they were being; but she could hear them.
"Well all I'm saying is a car turns up, in a side of town that he doesn't go to, with
no
cameras looking. And the car is devoid of any trace...EVEN HIS, no one can find
him...you gotta think it's a pro job." That was voice one.
Voice two starts in with,
"Pro? PRO???? NO WAY!! A PRO job would have the guy sitting IN the front
seat with his brains sprayed on the windshield AND no trace!! No this is
someone who knows Crime Scenes enough to clean up but left something on or in
the body to where they had to get rid of it." Voice one,
"Well if we know it's not just a missing person then why we holding onto it, we
should just walk it up to the know-it-all, she's still up there ya know. I can't stand
her, but the bitch has got a nose and can sniff out the body AND the perp. in real
quick time:" Voice two,
"HER!?!? NO WAY!! I'd rather give it to Simmons than to that cunt, she's so
frigid and uppity. She acts like she's got the shit wrapped up when she gets it.
Damn I can't STAND her!" Voice one, "What happened, she turn you down for a
date? Hahaha, even the ugly and lonely meter maids won't date you pencil dick!
I'm telling you take it to Davidson in the morning, if you know what's good!"
Davidson WAS really that good, and ready to walk in and just snatch it from them,
and shove
shit in their nose, but really she expected crap like this from the men of the
squad. She usually was right, and being hot, smart, and unwilling to date anyone
she worked with, made her very unlikable at the station. Without pausing to see
if they noticed, she walked by the doorway to missing person's squad room and
continued to walk down the stairs and then out and on towards home.
Chapter 2-
06/25/2008

The sun intruded through my blinds,and glared into my eyes brutally. I peeked one of my
eyes open and chanced a glance at my alarm clock, 5:53 A.M. I still have time before I have
to be in the clinic. Then the memory of last night came flooding in. Flashes of Luke's eyes and
the spurting of blood as I sawed through his skin and muscle, and the smell of burnt bone,
reminding you of when you go to the dentist and have a tooth drilled; all came back at once.
'Holy Shit!' Adrenaline surged through my body as I realized what I did. I felt alive, wired,
excited, like it was a dream, and hadn't really happened. Again I thought of his eyes, they
weren't peaceful as animals were, his were questioning like, why did this happen to me? I
now knew I would never again be satisfied with the deaths of animals. I had upgraded. Yet still
I wasn't satisfied, his eyes had not shown me the answer, those last few seconds, didn't give
me insight as to what it was that was waiting on the other side. I shook myself from those
philosophic thoughts and did a mental checklist to make sure I had thought of everything. I did
not want to get caught like others. Cops said killers always wanted to get caught and that's
why they left things behind. They did it either consciously or subconsciously. Well even
though there had been no blood in the house I had scrubbed the pathway. I used bleach, just
to make sure. I had washed the entire bathroom with bleach. Which any CSI watcher knew it
diluted the blood sample and made it impossible to tell the dna or blood type, they could tell if
blood was present, but any lame ass story could cover that.
I even cleaned the drain. I tossed the hemlock in my favorite keepsake brown jar into another
garbage dumpster...five miles away.
I drove his car to another city and left it in a parking lot with no cameras.
And, wiped the car clean of all fingerprints and used a special and powerful lint cleaner to pull
all hairs and fibers from the car then followed it up with a dual wind tunnel hand vac that
promises if you have very sensitive allergies that NOTHING will be left behind. I didn't have
that problem but somehow I knew when I bought the hemlock back three months ago, I would
be using it for a special reason. Wow, no wonder I slept so well. I was exhausted from all the
work.
I thought about what I would do next, who would I kill next. Should I kill guys? I thought about
trying to seduce girls but I got slightly sick to my stomach. Okay so I would stick to guys, and
maybe to be safe I should stick to strangers, yeah the more you don't know about them the
more random it would be and the less likely for me to be caught. My mind was drawn in a
daze to his eyes, and I remembered how glazed over they got after he finally passed. His
eyes became dilated and were big as saucers, the only time his blue eyes were completely
black. Then like a scream I saw her eyes. It was the cold blast of reality that I needed to get
my butt moving again. 'Damn,' I thought, 'All these years, and I had almost forgotten
her....almost.' But I hadn't... not really.
I could never forget that day, and my promise to her. I snapped my head up from drying it,
the promise!!! I had FORGOTTEN. But now I remember and I know exactly the guys I am
going after and why, the looks in their eyes will be an after effect, pleasure after the work. I
WILL DO WHAT I SAID I WOULD DO!!
and then it was like I was back there again, and I could hear her, 'you promise me, promise
me.'
"I promise! I pinky swear promise I'll get every SINGLE last one of them!!" I said it out loud as
if she could hear me. Well maybe she could. and with that I made my decision. All day I tried
to get my puppy love feeling back, the excitement that tingled my hairs, but the thought of her
just turned and soured my stomach. I felt itchy and hot, like I was too full of energy and
needed to release this pent up anger. I realized that I would have to strike again, and soon.
This feeling, gnawing at my stomach, would not be abated til I had satiated it.
At the clinic, I worked in silence as I was checking a beagle for worms. He whined as I
stuck my finger up his rectum to get a sample. My mouth curled up on one side and I dug in a
little deeper. The pup whined a little more, and that brought a brief smile to my face.
"Dr. Burns?", said Lahna, my dumpy assistant. She was 5'4" about 180lbs. I'd say and had
dirty blonde hair with brown eyes. BORING! She would stand by me wringing her hands,
ALWAYS wringing her hands, and open and close her mouth like...like a fish! I knew she
wanted to say something most of the time but was too nervous. I know I could turn to her and
say 'Yes Lahna?' But that would be inviting a conversation, and implying that I cared. Which I
DIDN'T! And besides she sweated, ALL THE TIME, and she- well she just bothered me. I
hired her because she was smart, didn't talk back, was an eager hard worker. Not once had
she asked for a day off or a raise.
"Yes" I said as pleasantly as possible. Really, I couldn't stand any of the girls I worked with,
but then again I was a great actress and couldn't stand anyone.
"Are you...okay? I mean, you usually don't talk about your private life or even talk unless to
give orders...and that's fine. But you seem...distressed." She paused and then pursed her lips
as if she was practicing to be a therapist ."Did you break up with your boyfriend?"
"Why no Lahna, but I did have trouble sleeping last night, maybe that's it."
and left it at that. It was really none of her business and I let her know that by turning my back
on her. It angered me that she would dare to ask a personal question and angered me even
more that my mask had slipped, and with that I gave an extra little dig into the beagle which in
response he whined a little more. Damn people!
After dealing with all my appointments and walk-ins for the afternoon I went into my
office and closed the door. I was still feeling distressed from that mornings revelations and
already I wanted that thrill back, to feel that warmth in my body again. To look into another
person's face and see what their last look would be.
I decided, I would keep my promise and keep to men, assholes to be exact. I would look for
them in bars. Men, well assholes, especially are...dumber, and more trusting. At least when it
came to women. I laughed derisively at this and turned to catch myself in the mirror. My even,
white teeth gleamed perfectly against my evenly tanned skin. Should be evenly tanned, I paid
a fortune for this tan. Went in once a week for two hours, twenty for the tan, hour for the
pedicure and manicure, also get my roots touched up. I'm a natural blonde but it is a nasty
dark, ash blonde. Then, I get my eyebrows, and OTHER places waxed; all so I can look good
enough to turn down 90% of men!
I stopped and turned to face myself squarely in the face and to observe.
I have mid-elbow length honey, blonde hair, blue eyes with yellow streaks, eyes that mother
later swore were witch eyes. That thought made my eyes widen a little and I laughed out loud.
I scrutinized my face a little more.
I had teeth my dentist said I could be a model with, lips any guy would want to kiss,
legs that go on for days, and breasts that would make a pinup jealous. And an ass any dancer
would kill for. Not to mention the ten sets of twenty I do every morning for my stomach to have
that sculptured look.
Hmmph! Basically I'm perfect. Just had to make sure, because I have to be able to seduce
any dope into taking me home with them. Even better I have to make them totally unaware of
what I was eventually going to do to them.
I stood up from behind my cherry oak desk that was in front of a double bay window, to the
right was a single frosted glass window that let out onto a flat cement terrace where I had a
wrought iron chair and a hidden pack of cigarettes and coffee can, a sordid secret I didn't
want anyone to know about, to the left in the corner opposite of my patio, I had a small 1.5
bathroom that had a toilet that I could take comfort in knowing that only I use it, a pedestal
sink with a gold handle fixture, a cherry wooden framed mirror, and powder blue towels that
hung on the right wall. On the wall following the bathroom were ceiling to floor cherry wood
(are you detecting a theme here?) bookcases that followed to the edge of the wall where
there was a indentation and a sort of alcove in the wall just behind the dark wood door. The
bookcases were of course filled with books on animal anatomy and surgery and sicknesses,
as well as prescriptions and suggested amounts. I walked right by these bookcases through
the expanse of my office to the little alcove to the calender that was almost hidden behind the
door. With the marker that hung there I wrote down three days from that day 'T.S.K.' and
stood back with a smile. On Wednesday I would go Hunting for "The Second Kill".

06/25/2009
10:54p.m.

Detective Charlie Davidson, walked into the patrol station with the thoughts of that
conversation and the peculiar missing person's case on her mind. Would she have to hunt
those two down and ask for the case? Or would they find her and give it to her? She was so
deep in thought that she almost didn't hear her boss calling her. "Davidson! Get your head out
of your ass!! I need to see you"
She snapped her head up and was blushing at his comment. He must've called her name
several times to have been that sarcastic. Though he was never really a ball of sunshine to
begin with. She tossed down her duffel bag and chanced a glance around; everybody was
busy with talking, working, or on the phone. So with a sigh, and feeling very much like getting
sent to the principal's office she walked up to the lieutenant's office. She quietly stepped in
and said, "You wanted to see me?"
"Yes, Detective, it seems you have fans...oh shut the door please" She turned to close the
door and Lieutenant Franze waved her into a chair facing his desk. Charlie settled in and with
a questioning look, parroted, "I have fans?", Lt. Franze replied. "Yes- fans, a peculiar missing
case has come in and the cops who got the call think you're the one who will best solve it".
At this Charlie had to keep from smiling, it seemed the two cops had decided to bring her the
case anyways. Maybe they HAD seen her and that's why Lt. Franze was assigning it to her
now. So to test the waters...Charlie said, "Which cops were those, Lt.?" He replied, "I don't
really know, their Sargent brought it to me and said they thought it required an analytical mind
and requested you specifically. So you up for it?" He gave her his one eyebrow raised and his
lips pursed as if to say, 'you don't really have a choice here, so you better say yes.'
Charlie responded with acknowledged honor, grabbed the file quickly and gave it a once-over.
It was just as she had overheard. Car was left in a parking lot with no cameras. It was devoid
of any trace, even of his own. Car had been identified by his family....her eyes skimmed down
and then caught on a name...ALEX SILVERHAWK!?!?!
His brother??? Oh crap. That meant it was a family member of a cop!
Charlie was stunned and now knew why those two guys wanted the best on it. Boy in blue
deserves to know what happened to his family.
"Hey...Davidson. Can't you read that at your desk? Better yet, why don't you go down and
check out the crime scene. They held it for you." Lt. Franze said with a dismissing annoyance.
Blushing again for being caught as the 'tard, Charlie stood up quickly muttering something
that she didn't even know what; and was out, into her car within minutes.
When she reached the scene, the car was there just like the Lt. said but CSU was not.
So she called them down. and started to her usual checkpoints. she noted that the parking lot
she was in, indeed did not have cameras, and neither did the one next to it...BUT!!! ' AHA!!'
she thought to herself. Looking across the street she noticed the parking lots there HAD
cameras! And there was a bus stop within the view of one of the cameras, Of course all this
took about an hour for her to figure out but as soon as she did, she called and got a report of
when the buses came through that stop, and a copy of that camera that was in viewing of the
stop. It was a stop motion camera, so she just had to hope it caught a view. For now she was
stuck up shit creek because none of the other cameras showed when the car was parked. No
one knew how long it had been there or who had parked it. So she made pictures of all the
people that got on that bus from the night before til when it was discovered. That was when
she made a call to her brother in blue, Alex Silverhawk.
She felt a little choked doing this, knowing it might be hard for him to have to do this, but he'd
also would want to know where and what had happened to his brother. Alex picked up after
one ring, "Hello?"er 3

Chapter Three
6/26
10:12 a.m.

Well Alex had called and we had a date for 2:30p.m. which was when our schedules
would allow us to take a break. I tried to keep my focus on the American Eskimo on the table
in front of me, he had swallowed staples and they were stuck in his intestines.
I worked delicately, around the lower intestines with long scissor like instruments with a
tweezer slanted point(hemostats if you want technical), trying to extract the staples. I had
gotten lucky, they were industrial sized staples.
My assistant went right after my scissors with a microscopic camera so that we could see
where we were poking and prodding. "Right there!" I said triumphantly after what seemed like
an hour.
I grabbed for the staples looping them up one side of the scissors and then closing down on
them with the other end of the scissors and pulling slowly out so as to not tear any of the
remaining intestine. With a sigh of relief, from the rest of the team we closed up the animal
and I left the nurses to clean up the scene and tell the owners the dog was okay.
Normally, I wouldn't have let an opportunity pass me by to kill off an animal and look in their
eyes, but I have to be careful. I couldn't let too many die or suspicion would arise. But now
that I had moved onto humans....well animals just didn't seem like viable targets anymore.
"Dr Burns?" Called out one of my assistants behind me while I cleaned up in my
bathroom. I could see her in the reflection of my mirror. She also wasn't very attractive.
Chestnut brown hair, nice green eyes I must admit, but covered in freckles that gave her the
look of a child, not to mention she had a pug nose and horribly widely spaced eyes.
"Yes?" I said in my professional voice, with a tinge of niceness.
"There is a man here for you. He says his name is Alex Silverhawk."
Shit! How did he know where I worked! We were supposed to meet at the restaurant!
"Okay, tell him I'll be right out" I said, controlling my demeanor. No one ever got me to break
my mask of acting, I always kept it in place.
I touched up my makeup, added a little lip gloss, flipped my hair, and smiled in the mirror so it
wouldn't look fake when I went to smile at Alex.
Perfect. I said to myself
I walked back out of my office down the hall and through the employees door to the front of
the clinic.
There standing in a little triangle trio was Alex, and two older people smiling as if they were
waiting for a view of the Pope.
The older woman was tiny, bony, had a wide, pleasing smile, and orange curly hair.
The gentleman looked as if he was tall at one time but had a hump in his back that prevented
him from standing tall anymore. His hair was slicked back and pure black. He too was smiling
but they looked like dentures.
Alex had them both by the arms and smiling at me from head to toe.
I walked over to him and through smiling teeth so the older couple wouldn't hear I said, "Alex
could you please explain what is going on? I thought I said I would meet you at the
restaurant."
"I know I know," He said back quite loudly looking pleased as punch, "But when Luke's
parents heard that I was meeting you they just had to meet you, since Luke talked so highly of
you.
And they were about to meet you when he disappeared."
There was one of two ways I could take this, I could smile and just be estatic that I was
getting to meet them and play off that I considered them like family and just was happy the
whole time. Or, I could just be sad the whole time, even with the fact that they were there.
Well a good girlfriend would want the parents to be happy I surmised so I put out my patented
charming smile, and said, "Oh my Gosh! It is just so great to finally meet you! Luke talked
about you so much!" and I leaned forward to give them each a bear hug.
"So you don't mind me springing them on you as a surprise?" Alex said with a smile.
"No way!" I tossed back laughing "I am just so happy that we could all be together in this great
time of need."
I stepped between Alice and George(as I learned their names were) and put my arms looped
through theirs and Alex looped his through Alice's.
We went down the street to the bistro I had suggested and began talking and reminiscing
about Luke.

"Well what you did know is that Luke and Alex were close. What you didn't know was that
Alex,was adopted by us when he was seven. Luke and Alex grew up as brothers practically!"
Said Alice in a happy, tinkling voice.
I looked over at Alex shocked, so there is more to this man than meets the eyes, huh.
Looking at him looking so vulnerable there and then look at me with honest earnest.
Like he wanted so desperately for me to accept him. I thought again with such a deep
excitement that it would definitely be fun to look into his eyes to see what he would see when
he died. Of course during all this rhetoric, my eyes showed sympathy and a burning(gasp
could that be? Oh I am so evil) dawning love. Alex looked at me with excitement and hope in
eyes.
As if he couldn't hope for more.
 That night, after work I got a call from Alex. He wanted to come over, hang out and
watch movies or whatever, he said, 'He just really wanted to be around me at that time'
I knew why he did. He was a very good looking guy, but shy. He was used to blonde model
Luke, with his wonderful personality stealing the scene. Well it's Alex's time. I will make Alex
feel wonderful. Give him the greatest time for his last few months on Earth. And then I will
lovingly and gently take his life away. And while he gasps for his last few breaths. He will not
only know that I did it, but that I did Luke that way too.
Half an hour later, Alex was standing at my door. With a grin on his face. I pulled him
inside the door, I was lost in his face, he is different than most guys, he shows all his
emotions on his face. You can actually tell exactly what he is thinking and feeling by the
expression on his face. Suddenly, I wanted him. In the worst way. I led him through the den.
He made like he was going to sit down but I wagged my finger at him, he looked at me
questioningly( I was almost getting high off his facial expressions), I smiled what I knew to be
a sultry sexual expression
and licked my lips slowly. He suddenly knew what I wanted.
And the eagerness for it came through on his face.
We walked down a small hall past the bathroom on the right and the guest bedroom on the
left.
down to the end to the master suite
One of the very few situations where I can masterfully let go of my masks and let the true me
shine through is when I am killing, and when I am having sex.
I pull off the robe I was wearing and showed him the black lace bustier, with lace stockings
clipped to it, and the three inch high heels that I am wearing. He swallows, hard.
I laugh.
I step toward him and undo his belt sliding it off in one smooth motion. Then I pull off his shirt
and undershirt. I go for the pants and he makes a move towards me, I dance out of his grasp
and wave my finger at him, no no no...I move towards him again and pull down his pants and
boxers at the same time. I bend down to get his shoes and socks off so I can get his pants all
the way off.
He is standing naked, and I am standing in my neglige.
I reach for him and pull him close, he is already hard but as soon as he feels the feathers and
the silk of my outfit rubbing up against him he grows harder.
I smile, and make a show of unclipping each stocking and flipping my shoes off. I undo my
bustier and take off my g-string. Now we are both fully naked and he standing there staring at
me like he's in a desert and I am the first drink of water he's had in weeks.
I can't stand the suspense so I push him down on the bed and start running kisses on him.
He comes to life, he rolls me over and licks and sucks on my nipples. Runs his penis on clit,
driving me nuts. He kisses the whole of my body, I bite his lower ear and on his neck, just on
the carotid. He moans. "Do you want it?" He says muffled by my ear. Ooh that's new, no one
has ever teased me before, I thought. I kind of like this. "Tell me you want it." He says licking
my nipples, teasing them with his teeth and still rubbing his cock on my clit.
Oh this tease, I am not very good with teases.
So I whisper, "Yes"
"What did you say?" he asked rubbing his lips against my neck
"Yes I want it!" I said as loud as I could
He takes a handful of my hair and yanks backward, not harshly but firmly,
and tingles run down my spine.
He shoves his dick inside me and I gasp at the feeling and at how wet I am.
This man I thought I would control, just took control of the situation!
I looked him in the eyes, trying to find some grasp of the what I had before,
He looked down at me the way I had been looking at him before,
animalistic, like he wanted to devour me alive. Eat me,
Watch the last second of my life.
Oh! Wow!
And suddenly, we were riding.
Riding back and forth,
the sensation was amazing
I had never had that feeling with anyone else before
"OH MY GOD!"
We screamed at the same time.
He collapsed on top of me.
I lifted his head just to see if he still had that look in his eyes.
But they were closed.
I need to see his eyes,
To see
Well to know,
is he just like me?
A killer?
And if so,
What will I do?
6/27/2009
10:06p.m.

I had to think. And I couldn't think at home. For some reason, my sanctuary, the one
place where I always had to escape to, I couldn't think in. It felt stifling. Alex and I had fallen
asleep on my bed, sideways and when I woke up the next morning, he was gone. He called
me through my office the next day to ask me if I wanted to grab dinner that night but I begged
off saying I had a late seminar on amounts of chocolate really causing worms in cats and
dogs.
Really, I was sitting in a bar, on a Wednesday night. It was a dive, but I was not worried since
I had been trained in Kung Fu Wushu. But still it was pretty stupid for a woman of my looks
and style to be sitting alone in a bar at ten o' clock at night. But I didn't care. I couldn't get
Alex's face out of my head. Not the sad sappy face that looked at me during the day, but that
one last night. That looked at me as if HE were the killer and I were the prey. It wasn't scary or
disconcerting it was...it was...a TURN-ON!! And now I have to know, does he do the same
things I do? Does he put on a mask the way I do? Have I met an equal? I have to get my
mind off these things. Which brings me to why I am here. Luke would not be the type of guy I
would kill, the type of men I would go after would be here. The grunge and decrepit drudgery
of society. The bottom feeders that barely scraped off the underneath of my shoes, these
would be the men I would hunt and kill, these would be my prey.
"Heeey there, whas' a lady like yoo doin' here?" said a voice that was obviously wasted.
Bingo!
I put on my best “come hither” smile on and said in a half teasing, half sultry voice, "Looking
for a guy like you." It wasn't a lie. He was six foot four, had tight jeans with cowboy boots on.
An ample belly that was cinched to hangover by a loud belt. He wore a faded plaid shirt and a
tan, torn up cowboy hat. His face had more lines than a football field and yet I had the feeling
that he probably wasn't much older than me. His lower lip bulged which told me he had the
gross habit of chewing tobacco. And probably had the macho Ideals that women were cute
little things that just couldn't do what men could. 'Oh this is gonna be so easy' I thought to
myself with smugness.
"Have a seat cowboy." I said with a sly grin. The need for a kill was overriding all my other
senses and had made me cocky. But I kept my needs in check and paid attention while
talking to him for any signs that might make me a piece of toast,like a hidden gun, or knife in
his belt loop, the gun would be bulging from his pants ankle since he had no jacket on, but
there was no sign of any sort of weapon. "So tell me about yourself, first, by the way, what's
your name?" I said sliding in closer to him. Whoa! The smell of whiskey was strong on him.
And sour too. Which meant he had been drinking for days without changing clothes or
brushing his teeth, yuck. "Wehll mah name is Andrew. Ahm a pilot. Ah cahn get yoo
anywhere yoo wahnt to go." he said with a vapid smile and watery eyes.
I was sick already of talking to him and only hoped he was as stupid as he appeared to be.
He asked me my name and I told him a lie, I said it was Brenda.
We continued to small talk for about two hours, at which time he offended me(Isabelle,
Brenda just continued to laugh and put her arm around his),tried to pay for the tab but
couldn't so instead of asking me to pay just got quiet until I paid and then smiled at me said I
was a good lil lady...at least that's what I think he said because he was slurring pretty bad by
then.
And when we stood up he smacked my ass real hard, and said I had a tight little thing and
that's why he picked me(as if in any other woman in the world would let him have the chance)
Oh yeah. I picked the right one alright. He'll be perfect for the kill. I only hope that when I end
his life he would be really interesting to watch.

I told him to stand outside and not go anywhere. I told him if he was good and waited
there I would give him something special. I could only hope he would behave because I had
worked too hard to go looking for another target tonight. I walked to my car and moved it
down the street to my clinic which was close to the bar(which is why I had picked it)
and I walked back up the street to the bar where I found Andrew still standing there, almost as
if he were in a trance.
"Okay Cowboy, let's take your truck and go to your place" I said struggling with my smile as
the whiff of whiskey hit my nose full force again.
"Okay," he said simply and reached into his pants pocket strugglin' to pull out his keys, while
walking. After he finally managed this, I swooped in and gracefully took them from his hands
saying lightly, "I'll drive!" But he got this look of disgust on his face and pulled the keys back
from me with a not so graceful swoop and said, "No lady is drivin' my baby!"
I sighed and decided to just let him, obviously someone who spent as much time as he did
getting drunk would know how to drive drunk. Right? He leads me to his truck and when we
got there I had to clamp my teeth shut so I wouldn't gawk at what he called his "baby" it was
this REALLY old beat up pale blue Ford, it looked like it was an F-100(so what, yeah I know a
little about cars and trucks...only the old ones though) so that says it's like before the
fifties???
He wasn't a true gentleman though, he unlocked his door and climbed in and then reached
over to unlock my door. I rolled my eyes in the dark and climbed in on my side.
The seats were all torn up and a spring was digging into my butt but I grinned through it all
because I was going to get my wish in the end. While we were in the bar I had managed to
get a full view of the guy and I noticed he carried no guns or knives, now I just had to hope
that when I went to kill him(I already had my method) he had no access to knives or guns
before I managed to take his life. Him being drunk was to my advantage though.
He pulled out of the parking lot and looked lost for a second. 'Whoa boy, I sure hopes he
knows where he's going because I sure don't' I thought to myself.
But then he turned left and we squeaked and bounced down the road.
finally we pulled up to an apartment complex in a bad side of town.
I felt relatively good about this because it was unlikely that anyone would notice any sounds
or report anyone dead until a smell started to build.
We got out and headed up the wrought iron stairs. No one was peeking out blinds, nor
standing on the landscape. Which meant luck was on my side.
This time however I had no hemlock, no boning knife, or anything to neatly dispose of the
body so I had to be careful of the DNA and fingerprints I left behind.
We went to the third floor and walked across the landscape til we reached apartment number
1511. He fumbled with his keys some more, and I felt like grabbing them from his hands and
unlocking the door for him but I knew he wouldn't tolerate that.
He finally got the door opened and turned on the light.
It smelled in there, of sour whiskey and tobacco and spit.
I have a secret vice, smoking. I hardly ever do it.
And never in public. It's my relaxing habit that I do after something incredibly
stressful or wonderful. But it's mine and I keep secret lest someone somehow makes me feel
vulnerable because of it.
So Andrew goes to the kitchen and pulls out, surprise surprise...a bottle of whiskey and
two glasses. He offers one to me and I decline saying, "Oh no, my head is still swimming from
all that liquor we had back at the bar." I said in a soft girly voice, I played into his expectations
of a woman so he wouldn't get my fingerprints or lip prints on a glass. I looked around the
apartment sizing up the place before I would look to attack. It really wasn't much of a place.
the bedroom and kitchen were attached. It had a microwave, fridge and a bathroom and that's
about it. He took his glass all in one gulp, set it down upside down, wiped his mouth on his
sleeve and looked at me like I was the next glass of whiskey. Poor shmoe probably couldn't
even get it up, because of all the drinking. Probably thought a woman as hot as me could
change his luck.
I smiled at him, and came around his backside like I was going to massage his shoulders.
Instead I opened the small purse I carried with only bare necessities tucked in, you know-
license, money, gum, and...a syringe.
Quick as I could, I jammed that needle all the way in his neck. I lucked out and hit an artery,
but barely got the air bubble inserted before he started jerking like he was seizing.
He dropped like lead and I rolled him over to stare in his eyes.
Only...something went wrong again- his death was instantaneous and I missed his cross-over.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!! I screamed internally for what was about five minutes, in
frustration. Furious, I began to search his apartment for something- and five minutes later
found it. My new favorite must-have, super glue. Finding that tool in the toolbox I took another
peek to see if I could snatch any more tools. I looked down at the bottle in my hand and I
smiled at the thought of next one. I'll be ready next time.

My body went suddenly limp, as if drained of my energy. I was so pissed and I realized that
my fly-by-night approach to using whatever weapon is available to kill was clever, but now I
know if I want the satisfaction back then I'll have to think ahead of how I want to kill the next,
and bring the weapon with me. With a decisive nod I turned and sat on Andrew's chest.
Opening the super glue, I dabbed two drops on each eyelid and held them in place til it dried.
'There, at least now I can make him see. I grabbed the roll of tape sitting on top of the same
toolbox that yielded the super glue; and began to comb his body to see if any trace came off.
Using my sleeve I wiped down all possible surfaces and a few extra, and searched frantically
for any trace that I was here.
I walked out of the apartment, leaving the door partially open, so as to attract curious
visitors, and started away down the hallway landing towards the stairs. I noticed a movement
out of the corner of my eyes and looked up just in time to see yellow curtains flow back into
place in front of a well lit window. 'Damn. If someone saw me,' I glanced at my watch, it said it
was 1a.m. well doubtful anyone would attribute me to the death of the apartment all the way
down the hall. So I continued down to the parking lot, there I used the masking tape on the
cushions on the truck.
I walked back to the clinic(for some reason no one bothered me, which was good, I could
have no one make a time stamp for seeing me there), got in my car and drove home.

As I walked into my home, an idea suddenly occurred to me. I took down all my crime
novels, and psychology books and left just my veterinary novels up and crawled into bed
passing out.

I woke up at 5:15a.m. and my first thoughts were of Alex, I didn't care if he was up or
not so I called him. He was awake, "Hi Isabelle, I was hoping the other night wasn't just a one
time thing."
I smiled, and it was a true smile. And in the back of my head I heard a part of me say 'Uh-oh'
"No, I just felt weird going from Luke and then being with you, it somehow made me feel
guilty, I mean what if Luke comes back?" I asked and then held my breath. I just wanted to
see what Alex's reaction would be, I wanted to know that the other night was not a fluke, but a
real other side to him, a side he keeps hidden, like me.
His next words sounded as if he said them carefully, "Well he is like my brother, but what
really matters is what you think?"
I answer just as carefully, "I like Luke, but...WHEN he comes back, I don't know, I found
something in you I just like a lot...maybe a lot more."
"Okay then"
"So want to get together tonight?"
"Sure lets do takeout and an old movie at your place"
I was definitely thinking about what it was going to be like looking into that face during sex
tonight.

6/28/2009
3:12a.m.

It's starting to heat up around here. In more than one way. At three in the morning it's a
nice, balmy 72 degrees. Charlie pulled in to the parking lot at precisely 3:12, the fan belt
squeaking on her '86 mustang, smoke starting to billow around the hood and it shuddered to
a stop just inside the parking line. Taking another gulp on her overpriced coffee, Charlie
groaned and staggered to stand outside the ran down apartment building. She stood there a
moment in a daze, watching the cops go up and down the stairs in waves, and finished her
cigarette.
“Detective?” Said a baby face in blue, “The M.E. And Crime Scene Unit is here, they're
waiting upstairs.”
“Give me the basics” Charlie stated with a look that didn't really see him.
“Well,” He started then stopped, as if to catch his breath, and started to blurt it out, “Call came
in as possible home invasion from a neighbor, she said the door had been opened around
2:30 and a blonde was seen leaving. The door was open and the neighbor peeked and called
911, by the time we got here the guy was D.O.A..”
Charlie cut in while he drew a breath, “A blonde woman?”
“Yes ma'am the witness is upstairs if you want to talk to her.” And baby face pointed to the top
of the stairs where the waves of police presence was overwhelming.
Charlie started a power walk form of running to get there. She bounded up the metal stairs
almost tripping on the last step, just to get to her witness sooner.
The woman reminded her of some t.v. Grandma, her carrot orange hair in large foam curlers.
She turned to face Charlie as she came half-assed up the last of the stairs.
The woman seemed surprised and Charlie realized how she must look and adjusted her
appearance. Taking a deep breath, Charlie flashed her badge and began to try to calmly
question her. “Can you tell me what you saw this morning?”
The lady licked her lips and began to retell what she saw, “Well I was up watching t.v. When I
heard something on the landing. I just happened to look out as a blonde woman was leaving
the landing.”
Charlie stopped her there, “Can you elaborate more on the woman? She was blonde, but
could you see her face? Her height? Clothing?”
Grandma pursed her lined lips and shook her head in thought, “No I didn't see her face but
her blonde hair was light and long, she wore a simple top and jeans. And she was probably as
tall as you are. I didn't really pay attention to her since I noticed the apartment door open at
the time.”
Again Charlie stopped her, “What made you think something was wrong with the apartment
door being open?”
Grandma looked at her in disbelief, “Honey, first of all it's after three in the morning, no one
leaves their apartment open then, and second- We live in the worst area! Besides I know that
old drunk, he's stupid but not reckless. Anyhow I didn't at first think anything was wrong. It
was when I went to let my cat in that I noticed the door was still open. I called 911 first then
went to investigate. That's when I saw him on the floor...I could see from the doorway he
wasn't breathing, and his eyes...well I know enough t.v. To not touch anything. Plus, I just
couldn't go in there, with him.”
Charlie looked at the woman's thickly lined face, noticed the emptiness that crossed her eyes
briefly. That was a pull at her heart strings. That woman had probably seen too much in her
time and this is just the kicker, Charlie thought with empathy. She reached out and placed her
hand on the woman's shoulders. “Thank you so much for your information ma'am. If you need
to talk to someone about this I can put you in touch with Grief Counseling services.”
Carrot top grandma smiled thinly up at the Detective, “Oh sweetie, this isn't enough to send
me to the shrinks.”
Charlie smiled back at the woman and a memory of her own sweet curly haired grandma
came to mind.
Charlie started from her reverie and wiped an eyelash from her eye. Turning to the open
apartment door, she stalked into the room and took a look around. Really it was only a room,
a bedroom/den/kitchen room with a side area cornered off for a toilet and shower.
Immediately to her left was a card table and two chairs. On the table was a cheap bottle of
whiskey and a glass that was being printed, tagged and bagged at that moment. Charlie
continued her purveyance of the room, noting the formica counters and matching cabinets, an
old fridge that would make ecologists scream, The wall shaped L and in the middle was
stopped by the three-fourths bathroom. On the other side of the bathroom was a mirrored
closet, open on one side and had barely any clothing in it. On the adjacent wall sat a sofa bed
and all walls were bare. About the only things of color in the room was a rusty red toolbox in
the center. Oh yeah, and the body.
M.E. Adams was bent over the victim with what looked like an oversized meat thermometer.
She was moving her lips as she checked his body and checked the thermometer.
“Hey Adams, got a time of death and etc?” Charlie sighed out tiredly. She liked the M.E. Well
enough as they'd worked along side on many cases before.
Adams was quiet for a second and then she seemed to come back to reality and started
talking, “Well his liver temp. is moot since the doors been open and the AC is off. But I'd say
by looks and rigor, it says he's been dead no more then two to three hours at the most. I have
no cause of death apparent, unless you account his eyes being glued open...Geoff help me
roll over Mr. De Lac.” M.E. Adams and Geoff grunt in unison as they lift the hulk remains of
the man. “Okay,” Continued Adams, “So I have to do an autopsy because there is no signs of
trauma, and for the lids of the eyes to be glued open-” She paused and pointed out the clear
hard glue squeezing the tops of the eyelids to the bottom of his eyebrows “- This is the only
trauma I can find and even more disgusting is that CSU has been all over this...room, and has
found no prints, or trace...they still have the vacuum” Adams looks around the scene and up
at Charlie with a sudden realization saying, “You know deductive stuff is your thing, but there
is no theft, no apparent gang relations, and unless this real winner of a victim was cut down
by his wife, assuming one would marry this guy- then this is something altogether different for
a murder.” Adams was on a roll now and got wound up as her mind made leaps and jumps,
“Hey, gluing the eyelids...wouldn't that be a signature? A ...signature for a serial killer?”
And there it was, the thought that had been tugging at Charlies' consciousness. She'd been
avoiding it all this time but since baby face said, “blonde woman” her mind had been racing.

Charlie didn't have time for that yet, had to keep mind focused on the present til she
gets back something conclusive.
“So any cause of death?” Charlie asked hopefully.
“Well,” started M.E. Adams, “I'd say by the needle mark I just found on his left side of his neck
he was injected with something lethal. And whatever it was, it was an instant death.” Adams
paused for a second then continued on, “The eyelids I believe were glued after death.” With
that Dr. Regina Adams, M.E., finished with “As you very well know, I won't know the whole
story til I get him back to autopsy.” She motioned over two assistants to bag up the body and
transport downstairs to the van.
Turning to face Detective Charlie Davidson she looked... oddly happy, exhilarated even, and
she knew she should feel badly. Instead she tries, and fails, to look sad for the guy.
Charlie knew better than to think Regina could possibly be a sicko that gets off on death. No
she knew that the M.E. Just really loved her work. To find the truth behind a death. Charlie felt
that way, and knew it was what made her so great at her job. She just wanted to find the truth,
to deduct a singularity out of a general mass. 'I have to know why' Charlie thought to herself
as she trudged downstairs. She was never satisfied with the answers she got but that just
lead her onto the next case, the next why.
Before Charlie could climb back into her car, she was stopped, again by baby face in
blue. She looked quickly at his name tag- Officer Connors.
“Ma'am?” Connors said with his hand out reaching.
“Yes?”
“Um, I wanted to tell you that CSU found a single hair strand, not belonging to the victim. It's
blonde but doesn't ...uh- hang on,” Connors paused to pull out his notebook and half reading
said, “Okay, I quote- The hair doesn't have the follicular tag still attached. What does that
mean anyways? The CSI I asked said not to worry you'd know.”
Charlie smiled at the rookie, “It just means the hair doesn't have a root still on it, that we can
test for DNA. It just means more circumstantial evidence.”
Connors smiled appreciatively at Davidson, “Thanks for telling me. And anyways, CSU says
to stop by before heading back to the station. They've got other evidence that may interest
you.”
“Thanks, Connors. Heading out now.” Charlie said as she got into her mustang, purple
sparkle was the paint color and hers was a hatchback. She'd had this car practically her
whole life; she'd inherited it from her brother when he joined the military. He died in Desert
Storm and Charlie just could never part with the car ever since.
She sat back in her seat, lighting up a cigarette, and feeling finally free to dare those
thoughts she'd been repressing, into motion.
'Isabelle,' Charlie thought to herself, 'Why this guy? And there is the body...are you getting
sloppy? The hair strand had no root, but it's there; a woman saw you leaving...WHY WHY
WHY???'
Charlie started the car up and headed towards the lab to talk to CSU, which would lead to the
morgue stop to pick up any other info. She grabbed her over priced coffee and took a huge
slug of it, balancing the wheel with her knee she then took a huge hit off her cigarette and
thought about how long the day would seemingly be today.
Charlie had a feeling that Isabelle is just getting warmed up.
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6/30/09

6:39p.m.
After work I went back to my penthouse apartment and straightened up a bit, then found
myself a bit restless so I wound up in the bathroom touching up my lipstick and fixing my hair.
'Wait I am actually trying to impress him? What am I thirteen??' I made a disgusted look in the
mirror and stuck my tongue out at myself. I was glad I didn't have to sit with my thoughts too
long because the doorbell rang right after that and I rushed to the door like I had been waiting
hours for him to get here. I stopped behind the door and took a deep breath to calm myself
and made it seem like I hadn't just ran to the door. The bell rang again, and I opened the door.
Alex was standing there with chinese food and two movies in his arms. He grinned a sheepish
grin at me and I looked at him; studied his face, looking for a flaw in his mask...of course
forgetting about my own in the process. He noticed the look of scrutiny and he looked at me
questioningly and asked,"What is it? Do I have a booger hanging or something?" and he
smiled letting me know it was just a joke. I let my true feelings show on that one. I rolled my
eyes, letting him know that that was a lame one. But I opened my door wider. He came in and
got busy setting up the chinese food, it was amazing it was as if he knew right where every
dish was in my kitchen. So I asked him, "How do you know where every dish is?" He
smiled,"You're a classic A personality, everything is in the most convenient place, where it
would make sense to put it."
That I knew from reading the history of psych. now a days most psychologists don't follow
such constraining models for diagnosing personalities since most people were a combination
of A and B, something that I called C personality. 'But not me,' I thought to myself, 'I am totally
and proudly A.' and as if reading my thoughts, Alex then said, "Most people are not so
severely one personality or another but I've noticed you are sharply A personality" he looked
up at me and for once looked at me with a piercing look like he was really seeing me, and not
with a mask on.
I didn't like it although I usually and defiantly keep someone's gaze I broke the look and
turned to look at the clock pretending to notice what time it was. 'Damn,' I thought to myself, 'If
we were dogs I'd just gave him dominance'. To change the atmosphere in the room, I
shrugged and fell on my couch and said, "so what'd you get?" Trying to act all nonchalant, but
at the same time trying to get a read off his energy. Yes I had read up on all that hippy mumbo
jumbo, although most of it was bull, I did know that people exuded heat and energy. We even
gave off more energy for our size than the Sun did. Meaning if it were our size, it wouldn't give
any more heat off than a cell phone.
"Chicken and egg fried rice, and two cheesy old horror movies," he said, with a wrinkle of his
nose. I glanced up sharply at him, almost surprised. 'How the fuck does this guy know me?'
Again he answers my thoughts. "You just don't seem like a romance chick, and these are my
fave movies."
"Yeah," I said a little defiance in my voice, "What about the Chicken, fried rice?"
"Well, everyone loves that...don't they?" he said with a laugh.
I relaxed a little as he brought the plates over, and thought little else about him knowing the
real me as we pigged out and laughed over 'Evil Dead 2' and 'Army of Darkness'
 Later that night, we had a tearing of clothes and an almost frenetic type of sex.
It seemed we were hungry again, and only the taste of each other would do it for us.
As we both struggled for dominance, one rolling on top of the other, which only lasted for
seconds- then switched again, we seemed to not only taste, but tear. Not only claw, but rip.
Not only cling, but shred. The room seemed to almost swelter with our heat as we pounded
hard into each other, grasping to be closer, not wanting to in, but part of each other, melded
into one.
It seemed in that rare second that we almost needed each other. My hair was plastered
against my body as I was taking my precious seconds on top, my back arched, I raised my
head as if I were an animal about to howl to the mother moon. I looked back down and licked
my lips to smile at my mate. My Equal, animal. He stared at me with vicious eyes, like he too,
wanted to not only be apart of me, but to slowly taste me, eat me alive as I screamed in
ecstasy.
And suddenly, I did.
I rolled up off him and laid as far away as I could, I hate touching and cuddling after sex.
Especially after something so raw. And especially after being so sweaty, yuck.
But then I felt him...reach an arm...around my waist....and his head nuzzle my neck.
He whispered in my ear, "You are so great."
It made my stomache drop in dismay. 'Oh no,' I thought. 'He's not like me. He can't see what I
am. He just made the biggest mistake of his life!' I thought I was going to puke as his hands
did soft circles on my stomache and sides. I hated any type of mushy affection. Especially
murmuring in my ear. It really just grosses me out. I sighed. I felt as if all the air was sucked
out of the room and I had to force it back into my lungs. And suddenly I was cold. The room
had been stifling a minute ago. Filled with the dirty smell of sex. It was great. Now it smelled
like...like medicine. Ugh! I laid there stiff as a board waiting for Alex to fall asleep, just as I
knew he would. Men always fall asleep quickly. But the minutes were excruciatingly slow,
they just ticked by on a giant pendulum, forcing someone to sleep or fall under hypnosis.
I felt charged with feverish energy. I wanted to jump up and scream. I wanted to tear my hair
out and point to him and yell, 'You are not who I thought you were. you are an imposter!' And
then kill him. Not because he is the type that I must take out, the ones that I like to kill. But
because he is not fit to be. He is lower than me. Weak. If I were to try and stay with him. I
would just...use him, treat him like my pet. Only I hate pets. I tried and tried to have pets. But I
ended up killing them. They would just ANNOY me with their endless needs! Affection, and
grooming, and feeding. UGH! Why didn't they just leave me alone! I could just kill him right
now. I turned my head ever so slightly to glance at him. His eyes were closed, but his breaths
were still irregular. I could sit my naked body on his face, let HIS juices flow out and onto his
nose and mouth; to choke his poor body to death. And watch his sad, sappy, eyes look up at
me with love, and loss, like why did I do this to him? But that wouldn't bring me satisfaction,
that wouldn't make me happy, exhilarated, and feel powerful. It's taking out the ones that think
they're better than me, stronger than me, think they have all the power. Those are the fun
ones. 'Besides,' I thought with dismay to myself 'Everyone would think it really strange that
two guys almost brothers that I had dated, and I was the last either two saw; disappeared.' I
realized I would have to do it the old fashioned way. Either painfully put up with him for three
months and then dump him. Or just wig the fuck out on him now and HOPE he dumps me. I
looked over at him again. THANK GOD!! He was breathing deeply and slowly.
I eased myself out as quickly and gently as I could. Got dressed and left the apartment.
It was only 12:30a.m. and around here that's when things just get started.
This time I planned ahead, I took with me only my keys, I.D.( I am in my early thirties but still
get carded for even cigarettes. Ha, some compliment right?), my newly acquired super glue,
and tucked in my back pocket a cheap pair of gloves.
I walked down the street in jeans, a low-cut, sky blue top and had my crowning glory all
pulled up and tucked under a Giants baseball cap. Since it's the most recognizable part of
me, it's best to keep it out of view. I had the bill of the cap pulled way down low and walked
fast, I wanted no trouble.
I had money for the bus, but that was about it. Hey in Vegas, a girl never has to pay for her
drinks. Especially, when she's all alone. I stopped at the dingy bus stop and had a seat on the
brown painted metal bus bench. Looking at my watch I realized I timed it just right. Five
minutes to wait. I sat back and lounged and thought about the bar I was going to.
Being in this town long enough, you know just about every bar, lounge and good restaurant.
I've been to it once, so no one should know me there. But it's seedy and cheap, caters to the
college and military crowd, so I'm sure to meet a guy there that's JUST my type. I smiled in
the darkness to myself as I thought about the possibilities. Again, I have no direct plan. But I
am a master of thinking on my feet. And knowing these type of guys, they make it so easy for
me.
Somehow, someway, Whoever or Whatever, is on my side, and it will happen, in just the right
way. I looked up as I hear the heavy switching of gears and noticed the bus coming up to the
stop.
It's a little early, which is unusual but lucky, in my case. Yeah, I believe in luck. You have to.
Sometimes things just happen, and you can't explain it. I climbed onto the bus, dropped the
money into the container and start walking down the highly lit aisle. The bus driver didn't even
look over at me. Neither did any of it's few passengers. I headed towards a seat in the middle.
One of the short bucket seats that makes it impossible for anyone to sit with you. And I looked
out the window waiting for my stop to come up. It's a straight shot down Rainbow but it's a
long one. I'll be going all the way to Sahara, so I'm lookin at 45 minutes to an hour. I didn't
bring anything to read or occupy my time. It would've made the time pass by more quickly but
if I had to leave the scene in a hurry, I didn't want to leave anything behind. So I gazed out at
the lights as they slowly passed by. The bus driver was cheating. He was supposed to stop at
every stop and wait a few seconds, in case anyone came running up. But any stop that didn't
already have someone waiting at it, he just ran on by it. I half smiled, it'll make my trip that
much faster, but that was typical of the bus drivers here. I sat back, sighing quietly, and
continued to stare out the window.
I saw my animal clinic out the window and knew we were close. For some reason I felt that
sticking by there was my safe zone. It's actually quite dangerous. But if I couldn't get home or
needed to make a call, or something went wrong, I could just run there and use the keys to
get in. Fix myself up(I am a doctor, maybe of animals but I do know a little bit about human
anatomy), or call for help(although I don't know who I'd call, or how I'd explain it 'Yeah I was
trying to kill a guy..'), or I could just hide out there til the time had passed. Anyways, everyone
knew that a killer used a certain geographical area that was familiar to them or held some sort
of significance.
I was so lost in reverie, that I almost forgot to keep track of the streets but suddenly we
stopped because someone had pulled the rope, and I looked up. I realized I was here. 'About
time' I thought with excitement.
I got up and walked off the bus, and waited for it to pass before I crossed the street to
the bar.
I pulled the Giants hat off, shook my hair out, and did what my cousin and I had always called
"poppin fresh" when we were thirteen. Which was to readjust our boobs to make them pop up
more. I opened the door to the bar and walked in. I stopped, adjusted my mask to look sexy
and a little shy, and opened the inner door to the bar where I was blasted by cigarette smoke
and music.
I could see dozens of eyes looking at me, but of course I pretended not to notice. I
pretended to look around in vain for a seat at the bar, inching closer til I was in offering
distance.
Many guys shot up, but I shook my head shyly at them saying softly, "Oh I couldn't."
Til I spotted the guy, I wanted. He didn't offer me his chair, but the red headed geek did next
to him, "He-he-here you go Miss." I looked at the little worthless turd, with a sultry smile and
said "Why thank you so much." I sat down, and allowed him to push the seat up for me. Only
after he did all this fussing for me did he realize he just set the guy up next to him for his shot.
I turned to the guy next to me, who had his head lifted in the air and was slowly sucking
on his cigar, squinting as the smoke hit his eyes, looking as if he were pondering life's
greatest question. He was wearing a suit, a nice one. Double breasted, gray, with fine yellow
pin stripes
red kerchief, purple tie and shiny black shoes. 'Car salesman' I thought to myself with
satisfaction, 'Oh he is sooo going to be easy, but so not fun. Because they're manipulative
bastards' I sat back in my chair and continued to openly admire him. I could smell his cologne
and mixed with his cigar smell, which was very cheap, though I'd bet he'd tell me they were
expensive, it was nauseating. I looked away to the guy on the other side, he was a cool
looking guy; bald, covered in tattoos and piercings, even his head was tattooed. I nudged him,
and he gave me a cool look. "Hey do you mind if I bum a smoke?" I asked bluntly not trying to
play the sweetness because a guy like him wouldn't buy it. He gave me the once over and
nodded agreement before looking away. I grabbed a marlboro red and lit it up. It was like
heaven as I sucked on that cancer stick. I turned back to Mr. Grease, that's what I called him
because his hair was slicked back, with what I would've called Crisco if he was too cheap but
he prolly used something expensive like, bed head. Anyways, like any of my type of guys,
they were cocky enough that they were interested in me. But this one liked to play games,
thought he was too hot to make the first move...so I did. Hey I'm not above it. I gave him my
best I wanna eat you smile and said, "I like your suit." He turned to me slowly as if noticing me
for the very first time...but his eyes gave him away. He tried to drop his voice an octave to
sound sexy and said, "Thank you,
It cost about $300, I bought it at Brooks Brothers." First of all, anyone who had that much
money to spend wouldn't bother to mention the amount they spent on it, unless they were
nouveau riche. Second, it was no Brooks Brothers, I could tell, I worked there to put myself
through college, the pin striping wasn't sharp enough. And, well it didn't look tailored. But I
followed his hook, "Really?" I exclaimed in an awed voice, "I have just never spent that
amount of money on an outfit before."
He looked me up and down, appreciatively, of course resting his eyes on my breasts, and
said, "Hmmm, I would take you to the shops down in the Forum, They have these beautiful
dresses that would fit you nicely...If it were okay with your boyfriend, of course."
I blushed and looked down and said as shyly as I could, "Oh I don't have a boyfriend. Just
broke up with mine actually, and moved out here for a fresh start." I smiled at him really big
and asked brightly, "What do you do for a living?"
"Oh...this and that" He said vaguely waving his hand in the air. Oh I couldn't let him go on that
one. So I said as, girly as possible, "So you're a salesman, huh?" He actually looked at me
for the first time with interest, like person interest and not sexual interest. "Yes, luxury cars,
actually. How did you know?" I smiled secretively and said, "Well usually when you don't want
someone to know what you do, you're in sales." And I laughed like a little girl and tried to play
it off as I was still a dumb blonde. Then I looked at him playfully, "What kind of cars do you
sell?"
He puffed up with pride and said knowingly, "Lexus." I almost scoffed, a Lexus?? Seriously
though. Those are just shined up Toyotas. That's like saying you sell a Honda like it's an Audi.
Jesus who does this guy think he is? My next kill, is who!! So I put out that same name as I
did before.
I put out my hand and say, "My name is Brenda Morris. What's yours?"
He looked at me intensely and said in his 'sexy' voice, "my name is Dave Wellie"
"Nice to meet you" I said looking at him with a sexual shyness.
I tried not to grip his hand firmly and give away my direct behaviors, but he was crushing my
hand trying to show me how strong he was.
We talked a little aimlessly about this and that. He became more and more friendly as time
went on, even ordered me a drink. When I went to ask the bald guy for another cigarette,
which he just smiled and said have the whole pack, I turned back and noticed my drinking
was fizzing a little. 'Hmmm he thinks I'm dumb enough to not notice he just slipped me
something.'
I smiled at him and he grinned back at me. I lit my cigarette and slowly blew the smoke
out trying to think of some way to get rid of the drink or get it replaced without him noticing.
Suddenly he glances over me, "Excuse me for a second," He says squeezing my arm a little
and gets up to go say hi to some other guy. 'Good his back is turned from me' I thought with a
smile. Dave being the macho man that he was earlier had ordered the same thing for me that
he was drinking. Grey goose on the rocks. So quickly while his back was still turned, I
switched the glasses and took a big sip of mine to make him smile in confidence when he
came back....and to not notice that his now was the more full glass. I sat back and started
counting in my head how many drinks I had had, I had to be careful. Too many and it wouldn't
matter if the roofie Dave slipped had been switched out of my drink, I would be too drunk to
do anything and my plan would be ruined.
But I was okay, I had one more drink I could have and then I would have to stop.
Just then Dave came back. I smiled at him trying to look a little dazed so he would think I was
either a little loopy or the roofie was starting to kick in.
He smiled big at me and took a big drink of his glass without looking at it.
"Sorry about that, that was a co-worker just coming in from a club off the strip. He said it was
hopping tonight." He leaned in a little closer and ran one finger up and down my bare arm,
lazily, as if he thought I would like it. 'Boy this guy is all class' I thought to myself with barely
contained disgust, 'First he acts like he doesn't even notice me, then he trys to get me drunk,
then drugs me, and now is all over me like I am a last meal.' I tried hard not to roll my eyes. I
looked down at his hand and allowed my eyes to slowly travel up to his and gave him my best
bedroom smile. "That feels good." I said slowly as if I was trying not to slur, and then trying to
give a subconscious gesture I sluggishly reached for my glass of pure vodka and took a sip.
For me a tiny sip, almost no sip at all, because I was trying to watch my alcohol intake at this
point. He took the hint, and grabbed his glass, being the man that he was, he downed it in
one drink. I quietly smiled. Bingo!
I grabbed my head and giggled. "Wow! I think I've had too much to drink." And giggled again. I
reached out and grabbed ahold of his tie, leaning in to touch his forehead with mine. "What do
you say we blow this joint." I said this time slurring my words a little to let him know he'd hit
home. He smiled widely and grabbed his keys and cigars. I felt fine letting him drive because I
knew it'd be close to thirty minutes before that roofie kicked in, and anywhere in the valley
takes you thirty minutes to get to. He pulls back my chair, like he's suddenly a gentleman and
half grabs my arm half loops it through and we start walking to the door. Suddenly I feel a pull
on my arm. I turn back to see who it is and see the tattooed bald guy looking at me. "You sure
you wanna go with this guy?" He asks through gritted teeth. And he looks at the guy like he's
ground beef and he's a hungry pit. I smiled a genuine smile at him, and leaned in to whisper
real quietly, "Yes, I'm stronger than I look. What's your name?"
He looks at me quizzically and says "Dean"
"Thanks Dean. For... the ciggies"
And I walked out the bar with Dave.
Again the false chivalry ended when we got to the car a much older, obviously used Lexus.
He beeped the car unlocked and crawled in the driver's side, I grinned to myself and got in
the passenger's.
"What'd you say to him" he asked in a severe tone.
I had expected this.
"I told him I had looked in your eyes and saw nothing scary so I trusted you."
He relaxes when I say this and we start our drive to his house.
We head in the direction of my house and I thought 'Ooh Lady luck',
maybe I wouldn't have to risk the bus again, I can just walk the streets.
I still didn't know how I was going to kill him though.
Dave obviously didn't like silence so he starts asking me questions about where I come from,
what brought me here, and why did I break up with my boyfriend.
I have this whole idea of what I thought Brenda Morris is like. So I tell him about a small
mountain town in Colorado and how I had loved it but I felt cramped there.
And then I had met a handsome man named Alan, and we had fallen in love.
But Alan had turned vicious when I said I wanted something more than marriage and a house
with a white picket fence. He wanted me barefoot and pregnant and I didn't want that. So I
started taking birth control behind his back and he started whipping me when he found it.
Then for fun he choked me while we had sex. I honestly didn't know where this was coming
from but it just sounded fun. Soon I ran out of what to say, before I could come up with more, I
would need a little time to evolve this character. But Dave took my silence, as either
embarrassment, or a die off of trauma too deep to tell. I chance a glance at him, and his face
is contorted. ‘Uh-oh,’ I think in dismay, ‘I’ve started something…
Before I have to shield myself from his pathetic life story; we pull up to some homes. Far out
in the rural area; they were model homes and cheap. He pulls up to one that looked like a
cookie cutter of all the others, and it was good because the inability to move effect of the
roofie was starting to kick in on him.
"What's wrong with me?" He says in a small voice as his arms fall to his side and his head
lolls backwards.
Now was the time for the real me to come out. I grabbed his head and turned him to look me
in the eyes. "Awww, you didn't think you'd get away with me not seeing that roofie did you?"
And his eyes looked shocked.
I dug my nails into his scalp and snapped his head back, "What were you gonna do, Bitch!
Huh, did your plan to drug and rape me not go so well?” I glared at him for a second then
smiled,
"Oh I am soo gonna have fun with you!"
And I got out of the car and came around to the other side to get him out.
I reached under his armpits and lifted him. Good old adrenaline had kicked in and I dragged
him in through the garage door and up the stairs to his room. His master bedroom took up the
whole top of the second floor and was very open. I hadn't touched anything yet but the
downstairs doorknob. So I reached into my back pocket and put the gloves on.
I started searching through his whole room.
I found dildos, vibrators, ropes, SILK ropes, blindfolds, CLAWED cat-o-nine tails,
strings of beads, astro-glide, and various other toys that I just was not sick enough to know
about.
Old residual anger from my childhood came up and I dragged him to the bed.
I carefully undressed him while he desperately tried to flop about.
But his limbs were just too heavy and drunk for him to do anything with.
He looked up at me with scared and wide eyes.
I just grinned down at him with an evil little smile
"Don't worry I won't scar you" I said with a laugh.
Just then I rolled him over and shoved what looked like a giant glass dildo up his ass- fast and
hard.
He screamed loud, I took it all the way out and shoved it back it in and he screamed again. I
left it there in his ass, but moved to grab the cat o nine tails, the ones with the clawed metal
tips. I slashed them quick and hard against his back making him scream,though not as loud
as before, so I pulled the tail back and whipped it against his back again. The gashes on his
back already oozing blood as a deep penetration of the skin was reached. I glanced at the
claws on the toy and saw little pieces of flesh stuck to them.
I began to feel nauseous and almost stopped; I am not one who tortures. I am one who
merely kills to reach an understanding of death.
But then I started thinking about what he'd done to girls in the past, and what he'd had in mind
for me tonight and the instant rage washed over me; left me breathless.
'No this will not do, he needs to know more pain, more suffering, before his eyes are dimmed
out.' I suddenly got an idea and went into his bathroom. There, on the , laid a manicure set . I
grabbed the little pouch and started to look for what I needed. I found it. An orange stick that
most use to push back their cuticles with would become an instrument of pain tonight.
Purposefully I walked into his room and dangled the orange stick from two fingers waving it
in front of his face. He just looked scared but I know he had yet to realize what I was going to
do to him. I grabbed him up under the shoulder of his left arm and flipped him over onto his
back. The dildo which was still in his ass, doubled over and bent upwards a little more into
him which caused him to cry out a little as the pain there had begun to numb a little.
His dick, which for some odd reason was erect, was just laying there for me to expose and
torture. I grabbed onto the base of his penis and shoved the orange stick into his penial hole.
This time the screams that erupted from his mouth carried a torture he'd not known, it came
from deep within and had a gutteral quality to it.
Just to make sure he knew the true pain of what he'd done to others, I pulled the stick all the
way out which was covered in blood and then I stuck it back all the way in and screamed, "I
hope you get splinters in there!!" just as he sounded out again in pain.
I felt sweaty, shaky, and exhausted. I had been wiped by the torture of this creature and had
almost no energy to finish him off with. I would've stopped, but I heard the scream again. Not
Dave's scream but HERS...That I couldn't block out. I shut my eyes but only saw her
stare...that's when the thought of watching his eyes gave me a new burst of adrenaline and
made me feel ready to inflict the next part of torture.
Suddenly I had a great idea from something I had heard of in college.
Auto asphyxiation. It's what kids did for erotic kicks or just because they wanted a high and
wanted to still be straight edge. So they first do it in groups, they choke each other til they
pass out and then wake up. But they get so into it, that they do it on their own, fix up a noose
on their bed, so they lean out and choke themselves. But sometimes they screw up, as they
pass out, they lean harder and kill themselves. That's what I'll do! So I propped him up and
did ornate knots that I had learned when studying my hippie new age shit. Made it look erotic;
Leaned him out against the bed post. I sat back and watched him as he choked. It didn't take
long and his legs and arms were so heavy he couldn't even reach up to claw at his neck.
'Wow,' I thought in fascination as I saw him limply twist and turn, ' This sure isn't a roofie or
GHB but it's fantastic, you're conscious and yet, paralyzed. He's one sick fucker. I bet he's
even sick enough to have found something that's out of your system quick.' I thought in
almost admiration. I would've liked this guy if he hadn't tried his bullshit out on me. But, well
he's my type and he must be taken out.
So I sat back with a self satisfied grin on my face and watched as the last seconds ticked
away. Half starting I realized I had forgotten the best part, I leaned over Dave's head and
dropped three drops of super glue on each lid and held them to his eyebrows til it set.
Finally it came down to it. He looked so scared of me. And then, and then, shit.
Nothing. He just stayed scared of me. Riveted looking at me. It was nice to know that I made
that piece of shit scared til he died. But I still didn't know. Maybe I was killing the wrong type.
At least with animals they always died in peace. I started to clean up the place. I left the toys
strewn out like he was looking for that specific one. Left the blood on the dildo,like he liked his
own pain. Smoothed out the bedspread so it looked like two people hadn't sat on it. And
walked downstairs. I wiped the outside of the garage doorknob clean, closed the garage,
locked the lexus doors and threw the keys in the bushes; and started walking home.
About two miles from his house I found a garbage can and tossed my gloves in there, you
know gloves don't give off fingerprints, but if you're lucky and you find the gloves, you can
superglue inside the tips of the gloves and find prints inside the gloves.
I absently thought of this as I walked home in the dark.
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7/01/09

4:20a.m.

Charlie sat at her desk poring over the case. So far she'd gotten a hair that's female,
and an old woman witnessing a blonde leave the scene...too much circumstantial evidence to
make a charge against Isabelle. That's when the call came in from dispatch. A man was found
beaten and dead. The call had been directed to Charlie because Connors had been first on
the scene again. Charlie really didn't see the connection but was hoping Connors had good
instincts.
Charlie's car roared to life after only the second try, which she took as a good omen.
She checked the address and noticed she was heading to the Northern side of town. Typing it
into the GPS, Charlie let it guide her way. Within minutes she was off the freeway and winding
her way through a suburb. If she didn't have GPS then she would've easily found the house
because the numerous cop cars lit the whole place up.
Parking in the middle of the street, Charlie was promptly greeted by Connors. “Ma'am I
was first on the scene and met a witness,” He paused looking at her for emphasis, “Who told
me she saw a blonde woman walking away from the house.” Charlie stopped there, it
sounded too much like the start of a serial killer. Walking faster to the open garage, Charlie
asked along the way, “Were his eyelids super glued open?” Connors looked with his mouth
wide open. He closed it and opened it again only to say in disbelief, “I don't know...” and it
seemed to frustrate him to have failed. Charlie only saw two cops in the corner retching.
Which dragged her away from the witness and into the house. It opened into a den with a
sweeping staircase leading up to the bedroom. Again Charlie bounded up the stairs, breath
held, 'What did she do this time? Did the cops just have weak stomachs?'
The stairs stopped at an open bedroom concept, but Charlie only noticed the grotesque
marionette corpse on the bed. The scene was dizzying and she managed to take it all in one
blur. The toys littered on the bed, a dildo covered in blood laying next to a man sitting upright
and against an ornately tied silk rope. His eyes were indeed super glued open and the
eyeballs were bulging with the capillaries burst open, and then there was the tongue... blue
and protruding.
M.E. Adams again was hovering over the body with the thermometer and her lips
moving silently while she worked. Charlie thought Adams was too spaced out to hear her
again but then, as if she could hear her...Adams looked at Charlie and said, “Well the bodies
have been dead for about two hours, obviously choked to death.” Her eyes started that
wicked look again, like she shouldn't be excited but was, “Super glued eyes again, think we
have the start of a serial killer?” Charlie wanted to be dubious. To look at the situation with a
clean and unbiased approach. But even she could see the scene was too similar. And if
wasn't Isabelle's work then who is the budding psycho?
“Well, I'll say this...it's killing number three with an eyeball M.O. Which means it's time to call
in a specialist.”
Again, and inappropriately, Adams got excited and pushed for more information. Charlie was
unyielding. “What do you mean?” She asked. Charlie though was halfway downstairs before
Adams could finish.
'I wonder what this witness is going to tell me. Will we have a description of Isabelle?'
Charlie didn't have long to think, she was suddenly on Connors and the irate witness waiting
to go home.
“Hello,” Charlie said grabbing Connors' notes, “Mr. Jim Harris. I'm Detective Davidson.” She
handed back Connors book and flipped hers open. “Walk me through it if you would and we'll
have you back home soon.”
Mr. Harris seemed to like that promise and started in, “Okay so I work the early shift as a
cabbie and was walking downstairs to get some coffee. I looked out, “He turned and pointed
to the window that faced the victims' house. “And saw a blonde with long hair in a baseball
cap and jeans, run out of the garage. She stopped for a second and chucked something in
the bushes and then took off down the street.”
Charlie looked up and asked, “Did you happen to see her face?”
“No. Only saw her side and back.”
“And what time did all this take place?”
He stopped to muse this for a few seconds. “Well my alarm went off at 2 and I'm usually
downstairs in thirty minutes. Give or take.”
“2:30 a.m.” Charlie focused her eyes on him and said, “Okay, have you written out a
statement yet?”
“Uh no,”
“Then I'm sorry you're not home-free yet. Office Connors can take your statement and we'll
phone ahead to your boss so you're not held accountable for the late start.”
The man didn't seem comforted after she'd held out on him before but Charlie couldn't worry
about that.

7/02/09

10:32a.m.
 Today, just didn't feel like a good day all around. I was spaced in and out
of my file work in the morning, forgot to sign the updated forms and okay the
use of which medications for which disease and in what doses. After 10:30a.m. I
just gave up and stared blankly at the wall in front of me. I had no energy, no
desire to help or care for the animals to come in before me. Not like that’s
different from any other day really. I didn't care if those pests came in at any
time with their various infections or disorders because their owners can't
properly care for them. But today was different; usually I could walk around
with my mask perched so perfectly on my face that no one could tell I was faking
my smiles or easy laughter at one of their incredibly dumb and cheesy jokes.
So I did a rarity, I put myself on call and for all routine visits, they would be
handled by technicians, anything serious or any emergencies that could come up
then they could contact me and I would come in.
I walked out of the veterinary hospital and looked around, the sky was a
perfect shade of blue, the trees were green, it was warm and the city was teeming
with life. But it had made me agitated and unruly. So I got into my car and drove
aimlessly. I drove down to the Strip and looked at the throngs of tourists like I
was hunting for my prey. I even slowed down to stare at a few men that I
thought I could smell "asshole" coming off of them. But I knew I was being silly. I
had no power over the day, this was not my stomping grounds and I had to find
something to do with my time til my hunting hours began. 'Hmmm, I could go
home and pull up the board in the back of my closet, re-read the definition on the
hunter/prey mentality from my sophomore psychology college text.' But that
was tossed as soon as I thought of it. I had that chapter down pat. And even
though I knew I was hunting a hunter I was also aware I was a hunter myself
and the dizzying prospect of self-analyzation was pointless and since the whole
pseudo science was still soft and guesswork at best, it was a pointless form of
study. But then an idea to pass the time came to me, 'I could go to the library and
brush up on my research for hospital standards', boring, yes...but it would
sufficiently pass the time and will definitely keep me up on OSHA, a definite
need to keep my livelihood standing. So I headed back to the I-15 and towards
my neck of the woods to my local library.
Settling in at a computer I started a search engine on all research of new
methods of euthanization up to code with quick and sufficient death when
properly administered. I didn't input the information correctly into the engine
though because over 200,000 hits came back from the search. I was shocked. I
expected to get a few and one of them to be Janji Utay's method of euthanization
more humane to animals with quick efficiency dated 2008. Instead I got all sorts
of research methods to killing with quick assuredly and all research guaranteed.
But I was intrigued! I was after all on a college intranet research publish site and
had the latest and greatest on killing....maybe I could find the new and
untraceable way to kill someone!!! 'This is too delicious!' I thought with wicked
intent. I began poring over page after page, looking at each published paper with
piercing eyes, not missing a word or mark. It took hours and page after page. I
went back years. In fact it probably wasn't until I went seven pages back that I
found something interesting. It was a paper that when you clicked on the link it
lead to a URL that said the paper had been removed because it failed to meet
safety standards of something or other. This really piqued my interest. The name
of the paper was 'The Effects of Red Phosphate under Heat When Mixed with
Water-RED PHOSPHATE GAS'. What got me interested was that it failed safety
standards of a college site, I mean if a hippie, left winged, forward thinking
college wouldn't post a link to a paper because it was too dangerous then it must
be something really good!! I actually giggled out loud in the library I was so
excited. I opened a second browser and under a normal brand name search
engine started looking for it. Still the search returned no results. I mean it
brought up all these digital encyclopedia versions of what red phosphate was
and what it does when mixed with moisture but nothing else. It brought up
pages and pages about how they're harnessing natural levels of red phosphate
from the earth's crust. I searched under different parameters for like...hours!! It
was just beginning to become a light shade of dusk outside and I still knew
nothing about this mysterious paper. BUT- I knew it was SOMETHING!!! And I
couldn't drop it. So I sat back frustrated in my chair and thought for a minute.
'HA!!!'
It came to me like a lightning bolt from the heavens! 'The chat boards on the
colleges forum sites! They're a HAVEN for gossip and would surely have
something about this mysteriously dangerous paper so I went to the general
college site and typed in another students name and password that I had swiped
when I went there, and wouldn't you know it, it still worked. Man! If there really
was such a thin as luck then I have it in spades. So I quickly went to the chat
boards and started looking through posted forum topics. It took a little digging
but suddenly I found it. "Mysterious Missing Research Paper"
"-Hey have any of you tried to look up that research paper on red phosphate gas
that was removed for safety reasons? What gives? Aren't we too old to be
preschooled
on what's too dangerous for us?"
"- Yeah that is totally moronic but there are about five papers that have been
removed from the database here is the link for the paper and just use that site to
find all the "dangerous papers" from now on...
www.thetruthshallcomdemnyou.com/redphosphategas "
"- Awesome, the link you provided has satiated my curiosity!"
Oh this was too good to be true! I quickly copy and pasted the link into my
browser and went straight to the paper I couldn't find before and there it was all
neatly written out for me! I was so excited!! I wrote down the directions and
realized I had just enough time to go shopping, get home and get ready and pick
my new stomping grounds for tonight. Oh this was going to be good!!!
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7/02/2009
9:45p.m.
I stepped out of the house with excitement and butterflies in my stomach.
I was dressed to kill in a black lycra skirt that cut three inches above my knee but
had a dangerous slit half way up my thigh and a very slutty top cut so low that
you could see almost to my navel. This time I carried more than just my I.D. and
some bus money. I carried a mid-sized purse filled with my i.d., money for the
bus and maybe one drink (damned if I really need to buy one) lipstick (for
appearance of a normal purse) and in a secret zippered compartment my ammo,
and a surgical mask (protection of course). The night air was pleasant and the
birds were chirping a happy tune (crazy bipolar birds, chirp 24/7 in Vegas). God
was I excited!! First time I had actually planned a killing in advance.
Walking to the bust stop I was looking up at the sky and humming to myself
happily, I almost felt like skipping, like I was some school girl out to sell cookies
for her school's choir trip. It took me a second to realize but I was actually
humming Zipidee doo daa. 'Whoa Girl!' Reality check! You're going to fulfill a
promise, see your mystery and watch another one bite the dust. NOT SKIP TO
FIRST GRADE' But that couldn't dampen my spirits. I was excited to try my new
weapon. It just might become my Modus Operandi...
I looked at my watch humming again. Damn do I time it or what? Five minutes
on the dot and it should technically be here. This time I noticed I was humming
'Another One Bites The Dust' that made me feel a little better.
The bus didn't come in five minutes on the dot, but it was there within
ten. So I wasn't all agitated and filled with anxiety. I got on and sat back for my
longest ride yet. Going out to a loner part of the 215 and an area I didn’t know. I
had only seen this place in passing it was called the Cauldron something, Leaky
or whatever. So I zoned out on the trees passing by and thought about who I
might meet. I hoped it was a semi-full bar being it was on a highway coming
from out of town and there would be travelers and truckers coming in from
somewhere else to sit a spell and have a drink. It would sure as hell make me
blend in better.
I kept thinking some more on my ideal target. A trucker or a guy staying in a
nearby motel would be the best, the more enclosed the place is, the better and
quicker the reaction to the bomb. I caught a glance of myself in the window's
reflection as we passed a darkened area on the street. I definitely looked the
slinky sexpot part tonight. Like I had left some party and came down from on
high to mingle with the regulars. This showed the reflection chewing on their lip.
I wanted to look irresistibly sexy but not out of reach, but I was sick of wearing
jeans and puffin fresh top. The reflection raised a critically appraising eyebrow at
her image. Hmmm, well the outfit might say keep away but slutty in any form
invites attraction of any sort. 'And besides, I told myself, I will seek it out in my
normal fashion if no sharks approach off the bat' and the reflection smiled back.
I also got sick of the baseball caps which would've looked ridiculous with the
outfit so my hair got swept up but only in a French twist pony tail. It wasn't too
up class. Simply says, I want my hair up but just really to get it out of the way.
Maybe I look like a hostess from a nearby restaurant just getting off work. 'Nice,'
I told myself, 'that’s my story, and I'm sticking to it' I thought quoting a famous
Country song. A store caught my eye passed the reflection as we passed it and I
realized we were already coming close to my area, or as close as we were going
to get to it. The bus only ran so far to that area and then cut out and turned back.
I would have to hoof it from there but it was a short walk down.
I got off the bus and started to walk the slightly deserted and almost completely
dark area as there were mostly stop signs at the intersections and not stoplights
out here; I stopped to light a cigarette and looked up at the starry sky, still not
much a view. I remembered the place, the secret place I went to as a kid that had
the whole night sky as an array of glittering diamonds. But then the shrieks of
her voice cut into mind and I buried the memory quickly and trudged along the
road. I was a block from the Cauldron bar when I noticed a car slowing down
behind me. I looked over my shoulder for a second and kept walking. It stopped
next to me and rolled down its passenger window. 'Fuck, getting picked up
before I even got to the bar...well on the bright side...' I thought with wariness.
I turned to the faceless voice and leaned in to hear what he had to say.
"Such a pretty girl shouldn't be wandering out here like this in an area like this at
night. Where are you going to?"
"Well I didn't think this area was so bad. But I am just heading to that bar right
there."
"Well me too. Hop in I'll take you the rest of the way and even buy you a round! I
could use some company, especially a beautiful one like you. I promise I am not
a psycho." said the shadow in the dark. Well he seemed harmless but my prickles
were up, he was either a predator himself or he had an unmistakable odor of a
dark side to him that I could smell laying in wait for an attack to present itself.
Either way he was a potential target and I would’ve invited an insane argument
to have turned down the ride, really, it would've called more attention to me that
was not wanted.
"Sure, why not. I just got off work and these heels are unbearable." I said in my
falsely cheerfully agreeable voice. I climbed into the vehicle and turned to look at
the man of mystery and saw an averagely good looking guy with an agreeable
persona. He reached out his hand with a readymade smile on his face, "Hi, I'm
Bruce. What's your name?" he said and we shook hands. His hands were large
and enveloping, I could feel large calluses that had had years to develop. Hmm,
was he a carpenter? Was he an Artist or maybe musician? I queried quietly in my
head. My mouth was already doing its best...working without me, "I'm Brenda,
and I work over at that fancy restaurant. Just started today, and instead of
catching the bus right home I decided to head over to the bar. Could use a drink
right now." and I flashed the same readymade smile back at him. I find that
when you’re ready to volunteer information about yourself, no matter how
small, it shows people your easily honest, which most find refreshing and it puts
them to ease quickly. Also makes them vulnerable, they don't really suspect you
of an angle right away.
We continued to make small talk til we reached the bar and he of course kept his
word buying me my preference of drink, vodka and Coke. He wrinkled his nose
at it and I laughed...not too many people think of drinking the concoction but I
like the acid of the coke to cut the syrupy almost sweetness of its vodka. It suits
me anyways. What I am trying to figure out is this guy, Bruce. My spidey senses
are all off the radar, it's saying his smile and facial reactions are too much like
my...face, he's definitely hiding an alternate reality, another side....but what?
And I keep feeling by his demeanor that he is carefully veiling rage. But he is
acting like, well not a perfect gentleman, but definitely a nice guy....Shit I am
bamboozled. Well the night went on and we talked some more. And I was
baffled. We went a little longer talking back and forth and then I suddenly
noticed it. His left hand went for the drink and on his left ring finger was an
indentation of a ring. 'Aha!! He's married!! That makes him the perfect kind of
scumbag.' I thought with relief and resolution. I had received my indication that
this would be a righteous kill. He was still talking but I had been so focused on
his finger that I had blocked him out. I abruptly turned back to the reality of the
conversation in time to here, "Well I don't stay too far from here, just in town for
a few days then heading off to Cali. Would you like to head over to my hotel
room and have a few drinks there?" he said it casually but I could see the
anticipation dancing in his eyes. I thought about my plan, how would I carry it
out? But again my subconscious was nudging me to let it take over when the
time was right.
So I shrugged and said Sure and we walked out and into the night.
We headed on the 215 west towards the Charleston exit and Red Rock Station
Casino. Seemed a long way to go but I didn't worry.
The casino was amazing, really just breathtaking inside. There was a chandelier
that reached two floors from floor to ceiling and glittered like it was made with
diamonds, the whole place was done in beautiful colors of red and gold. We
headed up a set of elevators to a room near the top that had a luminous
panoramic view of the strip and the entire Vegas Valley. I stared for a few
minutes in awe, and then turned towards my victim. He was pouring drinks for
us and getting himself comfortable there was a fireplace in the middle of the
room and I knew now what I had to do to make my plan work. I walked over to
Bruce, and wrapped my arms around his lower torso. "This is such a beautiful
place you've got. You know what would really top off the evening? Is if you set a
fire in the fireplace...can you imagine me and you on the floor in front of the
fire..."
I said it in a sultry voice and purposely let it drift off. He turned around to face
me with a smile on his face that could only be called a shit eating grin.
He responded in agreement and handed me a drink then went to the task of
lighting the fire. Within minutes a fire is blazing in the white marble fireplace
and he is stoking it slowly to turn it into a long burner. I am sitting on the couch
carefully removing my ammo. A balloon filled with liquid water and one filled
with red phosphate. I grab my mask and walk up to Bruce and put my hand on
his back, my arsenal in the other hand. And I smile at him in a luxuriously sexy
way. He grins at me hungrily and goes to add some more fire wood. I throw one
balloon into the fire and slam the next on top of it. And then quickly put my
mask on and turn away from the fireplace before the bomb ensued. They break
each other and the smoke rises in a thick funnel. Suddenly an explosion of
poisonous gas and a flare of fire come out of the fireplace and knock him back
onto his side. I rolled him completely onto his back and stare at him as he chokes
and sputters.
He grasped at his throat and choked wildly. But suddenly a problem occurred,
the fire began to rage out of the fireplace and the fire goes nuts causing the fire
alarm to go off and I had to run out of the there before I could see him die.
'Damn Damn DAMN!!!' I thought cursing wildly. 'I DIDN'T GET TO SEE HIM
DIE!!!' And that phosphate gas had reacted unlike what I expected. Fuck always
another night I suppose.
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7/03/09
2:37a.m.
Charlie got a call from the M.E. in charge of the arson case.
Apparently all got out okay except one man and she said that Charlie should see
him. The M.E. on shift said one thing and Charlie jumped up like a Jack in the
Box, "I don't know why but I think it's Isabelle's work. Get down here before all
the evidence is processed."
Charlie was at Red Rock Casino in less than twenty minutes. As Charlie walked
in the master suite she saw posh white furniture everywhere draped in deep red
tones and accents of gold. It was definitely classy. But there was a soot streak
billowing up the front of the fireplace, and burnt areas of rugs and drapery.
They found the guy with blisters and burns on his face and hands. The M.E.
called out to Charlie and motioned her over. "He's covered in a red dust, and has
second degree burns on his face and hands, shouldn't have enough to kill him."
Suddenly the man groaned and coughed, then started screaming about the pain.
The M.E. looked shocked. "Didn't any of you check for a pulse on this guy?!?"
She screamed out to the EMT's on the job. They all looked down and one said,
"We just figured he had to be dead due to smoke inhalation and burns."
M.E. just shook her head and yelled at them to bring morphine over and quick.
She administered 5 ccs and the guy mellowed out but was still whimpering.
The EMTS hauled him to the burn intensive care unit at the hospital and the M.E.
gave her collections of evidence off the body to CSU to do their digging around
with the evidence. Charlie took her time purveying the scene, her gloved fingers
felt ever surface looked everywhere for finger prints and CSU you dust
everywhere.
Finding balloon remnants in the fireplace she had them grab that too for
evidence. And that's when she noticed, Glasses for two. Could she hope? Dare to
hope? So she had the glasses bagged and tagged.
Charlie went through the information that had been premlinarily
grabbed by the Crime Scene Unit and asked what they had found. They had
matched up the red dust to a common mineral found in the earth and it was
known as Red Phosphate, but it was still beyond them as to why the victim had
it on his person. "Well mostly it's used in a variety of experiments used by
chemists." said one CSI, "But in mostly benign ways."
"Yeah this'll take some digging to find out the why."
"Well hate to push here, but this is the progress of a very dangerous woman, one
I am beginning to believe is good at being very elusive and is increasing in her
attacks. We need to be on the ball with her attacks and victims."
The leader of the team came forward and said in an authorative manner to both
Charlie and his team, “We understand the gravity of the 'Isabelle Killings'.
We will put them as top priority, we will do things by the book and that is all.
You will have the best information at your service and as fast as we learn it."
"I really appreciate you putting forth you hardest for this. I want to nail that bitch
to the wall. And make sure she has no out when the time comes." Charlotte said
with a far off vindictive stare. Like she was seeing something or someone that no
one else could. She was making an oath that person. Swearing she would get the
killer if it was the least thing she ever did.
She snapped out of reverie, nodded to the CSU team and walked out to drive to
the hospital.
She reached the hospital in a record time given that she abused her
police privileges and got ahead of every traffic holdup and every stoplight.
And walked up to the main desk, flashed her badge and started to ask questions
about the doctor in charge of Bruce's condition. He was immediately called to the
desk where Charlie got her news.
"The good news is, he will pull through, the burns on his face and hands are
second degree and that has a greater likelihood of survival. But we had to induce
him into a coma to save him from the most painful parts," He paused there and
looked at Charlie for a moment, furrowing his brows at the delicacy of the
situation, but Charlie looked hard as nails...so he continued.
"See we have to scrub off all the damaged skin and begin grafts of new skin onto
his face. Then we'll begin the healing process. Eventually we'll pull him out of
the coma, and if all things are successful he will be back to normal and will have
the most minor of scarring and pain by then."
"When can I talk to him, when he gets out of the coma?" Charlie asked with her
teeth held tightly together.
"Well, yeah, by then he'll be slightly groggy from the pain meds, but he'll be
coherent to talk." The doctor said thoughtfully, his head was cocked at an angle,
and his eyes were drawn upwards at an angle as he chewed over this thought.
He looked like a kind doctor, the kind of one you'd want checking on you if you
were in the hospital. Mid-to late fifties, but in shape, short, side-swept silver,
laughing blue eyes, pleasant smile, And also a nice voice like he would say
things to cheer you up.
"Well when does he get out of the coma?" Charlie asked getting more and more
impatient as the minutes drag out, come this guy should know what a cop wants
when coming to visit a patient as a hospital.
"Well, if all things go well then I'd say about two-maybe three weeks. And that's
a tops figure; we've got a great intensive burn unit that knows the importance of
working fast to present a chance of new skin developing and the start of positive
attitude adjustments and such."
‘SHIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!’, Thought Charlie. 'I need a new strategy. Looks
like I really will have to call in that FBI criminal profiler see what he gets from
her Kills.' Charlie is walking away down the hospital hallway after saying her
goodbyes to the Doc. She finally starts to realize how frustrated she felt. It was a
horrible feeling, being outsmarted by a serial Killer. 'That does it, when I am off
duty today, at about 8:30a I'll set up a meeting with that Criminal
Profiler...Whats his name?'
She stopped for a second, sitting in her car, her nose scrunched up in
concentration... 'Corey, Corey St. James! That's it. He'll do it, he loves this shit.'
She nodded her head once in decision, so it was decided she'd call him tomorrow
to get a better read on the girl.
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