How boring.
He sat looking at the house that was once his. Alas, it needed to be destroyed. It was a good place for them. It was an ideal storage to use…five years ago.
Now…meh.
The once empty subdivision was not littered with houses left and right. Nosey neighbors were always on his door.
"Hi! I'm new here, I was hoping…"
"Hello! I'm from next door, I just moved in actually…"
"Um, hi…i just moved in the other week. I was…umm…hoping…"
The number of people that had been knocking on his door was a pain. It was disrupting his work. They were stopping him from harvesting his…
He sighed, it was useless to dwell on something that he had burned. Just like that building he used. If that brat had not wandered in that place he could still use it. Oh well, it was just a structure. Those could be replaced.
Just like his collections.
Maybe it was time to collect again. He had grown tired of kids and teens. Their market was good, but there was an allure to having a grown up as a target.
He looked at the line of body bags on the far side of the lot that he owned. All of those kids were the ones that found him three years ago. Well, not all of them. One of them was fairly new.
The firefighter on the site was something new. He was expecting Detective Asi. That man was loud enough to wake the dead. He was his favorite. How he came into the work he had, was a mystery. When they were younger, Asi was dumb as a tree.
Well, people do change, so he could only chalk it up to that.
He slightly opened his window to let the breeze in. the smell of burned wood filled his car. He took a deep breath and smiled. His eyes sparkling with glee when he heard the cries of people outside.
It was such a pity that they had to meet this way. He was not a bad person. This was an experiment. Science needed them. Too bad that they had to part.
A part of him wanted to take them to their next house. His next nest. But the houses that surround his property were just too nosey.
Burning it was way better.
Just like that building.
He turned on the ignition and was about to leave when he saw four people walking to where the body bags were. They looked like any normal onlookers, but there was something about them that made him pause.
The woman with a silver highlight dropped on her haunches and opened one of the open body bags. There was a crying firefighter beside this one. From his point of view, the man was a relative to that body.
Instead of leaving the site as he had originally planned, he opened his car door to see which of them was it. He knew all of them, he kept them clean and neat. They might be frozen, but they were clean.
He caught a glimpse of what was inside the body bag. He made sure that all of them were clean. Besides he was an upstanding citizen, he paid his taxes and followed the rules. He was never late for work.
He just has a certain hobby.
He wanted to walk closer but there were a lot of people in front. It was a blessing that he was slightly taller than them. He grimaced, the open body bag was the kid that made him blow up the building.
She was the last one he got. He hasn't gone hunting for a long time. The thirst was back, this time something different.
The man standing beside the woman who caught his attention looked at the crowd. His eyes were slowly scanning the area. One would think that he was just curious to see how many people were there. But there was something about the way he moved.
His hands had suddenly become clammy, and sweat began to form on his forehead. His heart began to beat a bit too fast and his breath became shallow, like trying to gasp air in his starve lungs. His throat was drying and when the man's eyes were almost upon him he had this insane urge to run.
Oh, no. no. no. no. no… he cannot see me! He must not see me! But I'm too tall! Damn this body!
He was getting closer. He was…
When the man looked down at the woman that was on her knees, he closed his eyes and slowly walked backward, not talking his eyes away from the man who almost gave him a heart attack.
He gave one final look at him, hoping that his attention was still at the silver haired woman, but he wasn't.
Their gaze locked for a brief moment, and something inside him froze. Like a mouse caught by its prey.
He was caught. They had seen him. He was going to die. He was…
He blinked, and gasped as the woman with him was also looking in his direction. The nervous feeling he got before had tripled and yet…
A shout pulled their attention to him, causing the three to look at the other side of the property.
He gunned the engine at the same moment their heads were turned, praying that they wouldn't; look back. That they won't notice a lone car speeding away from the crime scene.
He was wrong. It was not boring. It was…
Exhilarating.
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Je Anne saw it.
The car that sped away like the hellhounds from hell was chasing him. It was easy to notice him. The man was pale as a ghost when she caught a glimpse of him. If Jerome had not given her a tap, she wouldn't have seen him.
The black sedan he used was a model that almost everyone had. That was a no brainer, even his clothes were normal. If not for the way he sped up Je Anne would think he was an onlooker like the rest of the people.
But he wasn't' that she was sure of.
"You done?"
Jerome asked her. She nodded. Giving one final sweep of the scene. Taking in all the activity that was happening.
In a couple of hours. The scene before her will be a form of art.
An art that will tell them what truly happened.
So it begins…