Behind the Eyes of Murder (Part 2)

I trudged along, my feet like cinderblocks, in the chilled September evening. Jack frost kissed the air, the cold dampness clingly like a cloak around it. My footsteps echoed eeriely on the paved grounds as no one elses did. A bird flew, dodging the clump of cars, all off to the same destination. I laughed as the bird became paralyzed in the headlights of a Blue Sudan. It dropped; giving up. Seeing my reaction, Sheldon tightened my handcuffs, a flashing red light in his eyes. I groaned. Scars covered my wrists; scabs peeled open, pain revoked in my lower arm. They were tied behind my back in a way that I could feel the pain. "Kill him," the returning voice tempted. A slick slime slid down my throat. I grimanced at the taste. I hadn't brushed my teeth that morning; my yellowing teeth. My teeth were uneven and sharp- like that of an untamed wolf. I was bloodthirsty. My heart ticked like a clock, warning me that midnight was about to strike. The street lights came to life, brightening the sky in a haunting way. The moon shimmered, the stars like a group of frozen fireworks. "Kill him." "I will. I will," I answered, impatiently. Sheldon turned to me, the same concerned expression layed on his face. "Bundy, you hot," he asked noticing the beads of sweat that englufed my reddening face. Through clenched teeth, I retorted, "Murder is a hot thing." He glanced at me, doubt filling his features. "You haven't killed since January, Ted." I smiled. That's exactly what he was supposed to think. "Right you are officer," I replied, keeping my comments to myself. I gestured to the handcuffs suffocating my wrists. "Think you could-" He shook his head solemly. "Fraid' I cant do that Bundy. Those are there for a reason. Besides, we don't need another one of you." He was trying to offend me. But I was too preoccupied with controlling my bi-polar reactions. My fingers flicked. I gave him the middle finger behind my back. Scew him. Scew whatever god there was. I didnt care; not at all. God could not control me; I was in charge of myself and every other being in this world. I was to be worshipped. "Go to hell, Sheldon." He caught my gaze evenly and said, "Ted, this way." I was led to a windign path with a broken down wall. Pointing towards the wall, he asked, "Bundy...do you know what has happened at this very spot?" I refused to make eye contact, spying a misplaced bead on the ground. It glowed red, like a burning ember in a rising fire. He forced me against it. Sweeping my hair out of my eyes with his gun, he threatened, "You can be one of the many souls killed here. Don't think I won't do it." To his disappointment, I showed not a flicker of fear. "You got it boss," I replied, angrily. I was not to be his guinea pig. We continued down a rungy dirt path and stopped. It seemed like forever as the sun rolled in and out of the sky. My feet tapped, unrythmatically, a sign of my impatience. "Ted. Stop the tapping crap and stay still. It will only be another minute." My eyes grew wide with anger as the woman of my victim passed by. She punched her fist in her hand, symbollically. I screamed, desperate to kill her. "Kill her. Kill her," the voices echoed on. I yanked away from Sheldon, but he was too strong-since I was restrained- to escape. "BUNDY. THIS IS RIDICULOUS." My eyes glazed over, a steaming red color returning to them once more. My hands were clenched in iron fists, preparing to strike anything that moved. "KILL ME," I screamed, frustration filling my soul. He glanced at me, staring long and hard into my eyes, the feeling of hope was long gone by now. He looked at me a final time and responded, "I will. I will."