He heard the screams of his latest victim tear through the silent night. She was around 23, with big brown eyes like a doe's. She was begging for someone to save her, and save her he did. He saved her from this wasteland, this god awful place that those mindless droids who were born, went to school, got married, had 3 kids and lived a boring and monotonous life affectionately called Earth.
That was the only way he could justify killing people. It was as if he was their own personal God, and they were the measly peasants who were begging for a sign of something more. "Oh, God, please give us a sign!" they cried, and he answered their pathetic pleas and calls for help. He always did.
It wasn't until they found him, caught him, that he thought maybe he was actually the peasant in these situations.
A month later
She was overflowing with glee, about to bubble over with happiness. She had just gotten the internship at the picture-perfect law firm, Hyde & Clarke.
Everything was going her way, for once. Her whole life had been building up to this moment.
That was until someone came up behind her, drugged her, and knocked her out.
She woke up bound to an old, worn out chair. There was stuffing everywhere, and coils were digging into her side. This was the most petty of her concerns, at the moment, and the only one she was allowing herself to be actively worried about.
She wasn't allowing herself to remember that she was in a strange room, had been drugged by a strange man, or anything like that. Her mother always told her to stay positive and she could only think that the chair wasn't actually too bad, and that she didn't seem to be in any immediate danger.
"Hello, sorry for your waiting, I didn't realize you had awoken," a rough voice from her right said. She couldn't turn her head to see his face.
"Oh, yes, sorry about that too. Considering the circumstances, I'd think it'd be in my best interests to stay anonymous," She allowed herself to become worried about some of the larger stuff now.
"W-what are you going to do to me?" She barely managed to get it out, she had never stuttered before. For the first time in her life, she was actually entertaining the thought that she just might die.
"I'm going to kill you, of course, what else would I do?" He chuckled to himself, and then mumbled something inaudible.
"Well, you see, the police have been on my tail for quite some time now. In fact, they're actually on their way over here right now. I decided to give them one last grand hurrah before I jump off the top of this building," His words were starting to jumble together, he was speaking fast, almost as if he was getting those nerves you get before your first day of elementary school.
"How?" Surprisingly, this word came out strong and consistent. It was almost as if that was "How?" was going to be the finale to her life. She supposed it was fitting, it was a question she had asked herself many times. She only wished his answer would be that'd she die quickly, but she wasn't exactly in a position to ask for that, now, was she?
"Ah, now who am I to ruin the surprise?" He walked out of the room, and she could hear the rumble of his feet going up the steps.
One last victim
By: Isabelle Shepard, Editor
Friday night, 3:38 AM, 25 year old Zoe Browning was found in what we know now to be the alleged Hillside Killer's residence. He has been identified as Ezekiel Miller (30), and was found dead on the sidewalk before the police arrived, having committed suicide.
Upon arriving at the scene, the body of Browning was found severely mutilated and seemingly oxygen depraved before being maimed. She was dead on arrival. Her family will mourn her loss at Parker Funeral Home.
He is confirmed of having at least 22 victims, and is suspected of another five. More light will be shed on this tragic story when the police come forth with more evidence.