"So, from what my files are showing, you disappeared a week after this encounter with Detective Blake. Were you worried you were going to get caught?"
"Not worried, but I knew if I stayed, more attention would keep being drawn to me. So I booked a flight to the last country I knew my mother was in, France...well, that was the plan," I replied
"Was the plan?...well, let's not get ahead of ourselves. What happened to the next two victims?"
"I didn't get to kill them like I wanted to. I want to break both of them psychologically and make them turn against each other, but as I said, other circumstances were stopping me from doing that." I began to explain
"So that's why you hired a homeless man to kill them?"
"Correct, I needed someone with no connection to me, needed them to get rid of both of them like the trash they are."
"Lucky I didn't have to wait long..."
It was three days later when I saw the news. A young teen couple set to graduate high school in a few months, both were found shot dead in the boyfriend's car in a robbery gone wrong. Police are yet to find the culprit, and hearts go out to the families of the victims.
"Hearts go out to the 'victims'...those bastards are the furthest things from victims," I said as I turned off the TV.
Heading back to my room, I packed a small suitcase with clothing and money, but left a good amount behind to make them think I would return.
The only other thing I took was a photo of my family, besides my mother. I stared at the photos for a while...and I cried. Cried for the first time since I started this. I had gotten revenge for my family.
I knew that it would not bring them back. Hell, I knew that none of them could have wanted me to become a killer...But I had to for myself. I could not live my life knowing that everyone who caused my family suffering was just living good lives.
"To think people like you could cry, surprisingly," the guard standing in the corner said with a small chuckle.
"You said you didn't take a picture of your mother. Did you still feel anger towards her?" the profiler asked.
"Yes...I will never forgive that woman for what she did," I replied as I held back my anger
"Well, I guess that's understandable, but what about the homeless man. George Falon, did you ever pay him the rest of the money?"
"No, he already had what I paid him up front, and the gun was coated in Thallium. He would have died within two days of the killings."
"I see...So, another kill that was your doing,"
"I would have never left him alive. I have seen his eyes. They were hungry for blood. I may be a killer, but he is a murderer."
"Do you really think you are any different from him... you're a killer,"
"Really, you of all people should know that not all kills are the same. Soldiers kill, yet we praise them; cops kill when they have to; animals kill, but we call it nature. All these killers are following a path laid out for them to better help the world. I kill the scum of the world, those that cause pain and suffering,"
"What about those that you killed because they knew too much?"
"I never kill anyone who didn't deserve it,"
"And why not capture them and turn them into the cops with your skill set that would have been easy?"
"Tell me, do you believe that works. How many times have criminals like the ones I have killed been let free because they line the pockets of judges?"
"So, you just kill them?"
"No, I didn't kill all of them, some are alive...I just make it so they can never harm anyone again. So no one else will end up like me...Look, I know I'm not a good person, but unlike you, I don't feed into a delusion that I'm doing the right thing or that nothing more could have been done... More could have always been done if you were just angry enough," I replied as I let my emotions get the better of me for the first time in a while
"Fine, I think arguing with you is useless...So let's move on. The next thing is that you left not just your town but the country. We could not find anything about you for the next three years, except for a few photos and rumors about you working with a few of the world's most wanted.
"Yes, I first went to France. When I arrived, it was strange. Not just being in a different country but leaving the place that was my hell," I replied after a moment.
"Well, I think it would be for anyone. I wished you had taken it as a chance to start a new life of good, but from your record, I guess not. So...how long until you started killing again?"
Five days. I lived in a hotel for a few days. I used my mother's information that I got from her email to book the same hotel room she had and spent in thier pretending I was waiting for her to arrive later that day.
I spent the first few days getting used to the area and studying French. Out of all the languages I know, for some reason, French was the hardest to learn. It was on the night of the fifth day when I saw something that I could not look away from.
It was a woman being trafficked, she was young, around her early twenties, and attractive. Her name was Annabelle. I watched from the shadow of a dumpster. Her 'pimp' was named Alexi, a real piece of work, but I digress. As I watch her try to resist, she is smacked down before being dragged away by the other man.
As I watched the woman being dragged away, I continued to watch Alexi from the shadows until he entered a club, and I had to head back.
Getting to my hotel room, I marked him as my next target. But unlike all the others I killed before, I knew nothing about this man. I didn't even know his name yet. So it was going to prove a very difficult task.
"I see, I'm guessing this is when you and 'he' met for the first time?" the profiler asked
"Yes...yes it was,"
{A/N: Hello, sorry I have been gone for so long. I lost access to my account, but I got it back and will be posting again.}