I guess
since I told you about what brought me on to the path I am currently on I could
tell you about my first. They say the first time is always special, but you can
never begin to expect what you are in for when you start. Over the years I studied
serial killers, and murders to see where they all went wrong. What was the
moment that they got caught? They all got too cocky, and over did it. Most did
it for some sexual gratification. Me? I am doing this all for me. Why you may
ask? Could it be from my childhood trauma, or from the moment I found the dead
body? These last few years I have been asking myself that same question. Why?
Why do I do it? I came up with an answer. The best answer I can give anyone
reading this. I do this because I can. Society as a whole is a fucked up brutal
orgy waiting for someone to come along and disturb the status quo. That someone
happens to be. So I guess I should start with my first. The one that started my
path to my 20th one, my very first kill.
It was
a rainy day and I am standing in front of the grocery store with a yellow umbrella
tucked behind my arm. I stood there and held the door open for a few people
before I entered the store. I came there for a little shopping, and to find my
first. I figured the grocery store would be a good place to look at a multitude
of people coming and going. This would give me different types of people as I
act like I am shopping. I grab a cart, and started down the first aisle. Would
my first one be an overweight man or women, or some random child. No that’s not
it I can’t justify myself into killing a child. I may be a killer but I would
never harm a child. So who will this first one be? As I walk down the aisle
putting in random items to look like I am there shopping, it dawns on me, my
first should be a women.
Ladies
are weaker than most men so I figured there wouldn’t be much of a fight. I
decided I need a woman in her 20’s so that she is young and has lived some.
Some killers will look for women that are sexually attractive to them so they
can do sexual perverse things to them dead or alive. I promised myself I wouldn’t
do down that dark path, but finding someone easy on the eyes isn’t a bad idea.
This time
of the day is filled with little old ladies, single moms, and the occasional college
student out to pick up snacks for their study nights. It was when I turned the
corner of the chip aisle when I saw her. A 5’5” red head with long hair up in a
ponytail, she was dressed like she just got out of the gym, yoga pants, and a
tank top. It was perfect. I went down the aisle and said hello as I passed to
go to the opposite side of the aisle as she was on. She is perfect. My palms
are sweaty, and I am starting to shake. “I can do this,” I mumbled under my
breath. After a few moments she left the aisle and I follow her from the other
side of the aisles. I should have been more prepared. I didn’t expect to find the
right girl on the first day out.
As she
was checking out I ditched my cart and left the store. I watched as she got
inside her car and then I followed her to her house. It was a small apartment
building about 5 miles away from the store. I now know where she lives, time to
gather my tools and start my legacy. This is my first, my cherry, my virginity,
my life. Welcome to the world of a soon to be killer.
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