Behind the Eyes of Murder

Pacing the metal floors, I sighed. No sigh of relief or sadness, but of frustration. I had never been restrained like this before. Pressing my bruised ear against the stone wall, I heard the whispers. They rolled out at an alarming speed, like that of a challenged cheetah. Where had they been coming from? Why was I the victim? The thoughts felt bitter in my racing mind. Never had I been the victim. I was always the chaser, the predator, the....end. The other way around just felt plain wrong and deceiving. "Kill him," the voices echoed. My neck twitced, sweat beading down my pounding chest. "Kill him. Kill him. Kill him." The voices droned on and on until I could no longer feel myself. My eyes were hazy and the room appeared to bob back and forth. The only light in my presence was a glowing shade of purple. "Kill him." Suddenly, I felt the fire return. Sitting up, droggly, I screamed, "I WILL." My parol officer, Sheldon, reached my cell quickly. "Ted, it is alright. Calm down. What is the matter?" Rushing to the bars of the cell, I clutched his collared shirt. "You listen to me. I WILL KILL YOU." He backed off, unchanged, and equally as determined. "Ted. Quiet yourself. You cannot kill me." My tongue flickered with desire. "Oh can I not," I responded, coldly, a snake-like feeling descending upon my throat. Sheldon met my gaze and whispered, "The old days are done. This is your future." He symbollically grabbed the iron bars. I laughed menicingly. "No they aren't." Sheldon hurried off, surely to bring the physciologist. Poor man, I thought sympathetically. This would never be my future; not with all of those innocent peasents running around behind my enclosed world. They were only begging to be murdered. I remembered the days when I was the center of attention. The search had been pleasuring and amusing at that. "A search for a Serial Killer. News at 11," Eyewitness News Reporters had claimed. They had prayed that the missing children were alive somewhere. But I knew the truth. They would never be found alive again. Some of the searches for these little ones were still going on, so I had to keep my mouth shut. I knew where theur bodies lied. But why would I ever tell? The police had failed miserably. Once I was in their custody, the questionings were quite simple. I refused to answer any of their questions. They had become frustrated and threatened my shooting. I had simply laughed. "Fine, shoot me," I had said. "But the truth will die with me." This statement had stopped them dead in their tracks. Now I was here; plotting my revenge- and escape. I spit on the floor, anger filling my entire body as Sheldon returned with backup. I rubbed at my wrists, aching from the handcuffs forced upon me. "You are going to trial Ted," he commented quietly. "Let us be off." I kept my feet planted to the ground. A chubby police officer behind him remarked, "No time to waste. Today is the final trial for this case. Let's go Bundy." My eyes went crisscrossed as I nodded solemly. An innocent look was perched upon my face. As I passed, I saw a familiar face waiting outside of my cell. It was a woman, whose eyes were stained red. She held a photograph of a young lady, presumably her daughter. I remembered her, and boy, was she a fun final victim. The screams and pleaing only aroused me. Through tight lips and a choked up voice the woman asked me, "What do you have to say about this?" I looked at her, the devil possessing my eyes. "What do I have to say," I repeated. "What I have to say is....." I mouthed the words, "Your Next." (TBC)