It’s all a rush for me, the mystery in not knowing whether or not I’ll get caught, the excitement of how the other person will react, the whole nine. I even have a little ritual before I start; I guess the height of the person, the age, and how their facial expression will be. I write it all down and when I get the right answers I see how close or far away from it I was; I’m on my 16th journal now. The first couple of times I was way off, but after doing this for a couple years, I’m almost never wrong. 

As I wait in my car, I think back to how it all began. Oh, the memories, the joyous memories. I was only fourteen at the time when my best friend, Clarence, and I decided to temporarily run away to see if our parents loved us or not. We were the middle children of both our families and had reached the point where always coming last, or getting the worst was enough. I think Miami is one of the easiest places to get lost because everyone wants a quick dollar, and although we saved what we thought was enough, it wasn’t enough to get into the cheapest motel for a week. But thank goodness for the greed of people. We stayed in this dilapidated motel next to an old rundown strip club.

Our door wouldn’t lock so we put the only fold up chair they had in the room in front of it. And to boot, there we were staying in a room whose only window was a glassless portal for the outside world. We thought it would hold back any unwanted guests. Apparently, there was a creepy old pervert who had been watching us since our arrival, he stormed into the room and demanded both Clarence and me to remove all our clothes. My best friend was always tough, no matter the situation, a tough nut he was. 

“Hell no, who the fuck do you think you are?”

 My eyes went wide because this man could’ve had a gun for all we knew. He continued,

 “…Get out of our fucking room you dumb asshole, or we’re calling the police!” The old man laughed, the little brave heart tickled him. He put his head down and shook it, his huge smile turned into an evil stare in a matter of second as he struck my best friend’s head fast. 

My heart was beating rapidly; I didn’t know what was to become of us. The man got down on one knee and continued to pound on Clarence, he dragged him across the room and tied him up. I remembered the window that had no glass and could have easily gotten away but I was curious as to what he would do next. 

He only tied Clarence up and started toward me. I asked him why’d he stop. I wanted to see more. Apparently, I managed to intrigue him. I could tell he thought I was trying to accomplish some master escape plan. He asked me what else I wanted to see. I walked over to Clarence and untied him as the man watched. Clarence always beat me in play fights, but not this time, he was too weak to lift a finger. I wrapped the extension cord he used to tie Clarence up in my hands as I raised it over my head.

The man already knew what I was going to do. He shook his head in concurrence and gave me a criminal smile. I extended my arms forward until the cord was in front of Clarence’s neck. I tugged backward with wide eyes and watched him fight my newfound strength. I put my knee on his back and pulled harder. He stopped struggling and took his last breath.

“Well look at that, a new found partner, but first you have to do something for me.” 

His request was still what it had been when he first entered the room, 

“Take off your clothes.” 

I did. He stared curiously and began to remove his clothes as well. He started with his pants and as they hit the floor I heard a loud thud. I looked over and notice a glisten; there was a knife in his pocket. 

He demanded me to roll over on my stomach. He climbed onto the bed behind me. I let my arm fall off the bed, as he started to caress my small frame, I reached for the knife, He didn’t get far before I drove the knife into his side as he fell over. I climbed on top of him and stabbed repeatedly in the chest a few times and then in the neck. His eyes were wide and failed to close, I liked that I was the last person he’d see before he dies. Maybe if he hadn’t been interested in rape, he would have lived. Death is inevitable, why delay it.

A few people passed in front of my car unknowing what was to become of them had I chosen them. Finally, a blonde, about 5 foot 6 passed and I got this unexplainable sensation. I stepped out of my car and approached her from behind. She had no chance.