Writing Prompt Challenge -- Prompt 2

Welcome to this week's Writing Prompt challenge!

This prompt is:

Serial killer has been monitoring his next victim's movements for months. She is a loner and the perfect target. One day she disappears and nobody notices but him.

What I do is an art. An art that takes time, work, and dedication.

Why most people look down upon it is no wonder, and that's not my issue. I'm not hear to tell you what I do is a good thing, and that the public has misguided you. I was born with the taste of blood: from the start of my days the idea of pain, of blood spilling, it all calmed me. The only time I felt truly alive was depriving that of others.

But the best part was never the victim, it was what came after. The pain of the friends and families. Of wanting justice to be done, but it was just out of reach. You see, my method is different. There is no motive, no gimmick. I don't write cryptic letters to the police, or target specific people. What I have is something else entirely.

It's an algorithm – a distinct one at that. It was fortunate that I was born into a family as wealthy as mine, or else I wouldn't be able to do what I do. I fly around the world you see; as each target is different. An old Mongolian stable-master to a newborn from Ohio – there's no difference. We're all the same in the end, as I am not specific in who I kill. All that matters is someone must die.

I've been among you for awhile now. No one has been able to find me. You may be next, but who knows – it all lies within the cards.

Samantha was one of the ones the cards picked. She was fresh out of high school – no real known friends or family, but known to delve into the gothic. I'm used to high-pressure situations, but its always good to have a laid back kill like this. 5 foot 8, long dark brown hair, goes to the neighborhood university, listens to metal, goes on a walk every Sunday, from 7 AM to a quarter after.

But why should I tell you this? Doesn't writing this down lead to a weak point? To being caught and crucified? You are right, but these are peculiar times: as I think someone might have gotten to her before me.

There's a lot more to her routine, but the reason I pointed out the Sunday walks was that was when I first noticed. 3 months had passed; it was almost time for the killing. However, I waited, and she never came out. I assumed she may have gone out earlier than normal, so I waited some more. By the time I next checked the clock it was 9 AM, and Samantha was no where to be seen. My heart started racing.

I decided to check the house – I had before while she was out for her classes, so I knew the rooms very well. For the most part, it goes well – with the exception of an Ontario trip when the teenage daughter of my target had been present. Besides a switch of victims, the trip did fairly decently. But this was different – now I had been going into the house with the full expectation that there may be someone there. I thought about the different situations I may be faced with, but in the end it was pointless. I had to go in. I had to find her.

But I couldn't. The house was not stirred. I checked her bedroom and the blankets were disturbed but otherwise no different. The shoes, keys, everything all in its right place.

I have seen this sort of scene before. I have caused it many times.

Someone took Samantha before me. No one takes my prey – whoever they are, I will find them. Rarely am I motivated to kill a certain target, but this is different. Much different. 


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