Karen rolled her eyes at him. “ What did I see, why am I still seeing them every time I fall to sleep?” She slammed her fist on the table, Scott jumped out of his seat and decide to share his input from the living room. “ You need to help me out.” She pulled out another cigarette to calm her nerves.
“ I’m trying to, but you can’t go all violent on me!” Scott pleaded. He paced around the living room, regretting his choice of profession, if he had to deal with people like this, maybe he was better off giving blow jobs in back alleys. “ Got that?” He said to her, Karen didn’t respond, she just looked out the window. “ Look, the type of exercise I put you under was meant to help you,” Karen chuckled, he ignored it and continued. “ relax, bring a sense of calm, mellow you out.”
“ Relax,” She shook her head. “ You did a bang up job on that.”
Scott threw his hands into the air. “ What the fuck do you want from me, you came to me, not the other way around.”
“ I want the fucking truth.” She screamed at him.
“ Fine, you want it.” He stood his ground. “ Let me give you the quick easy version of it. You buried something so deep into that crazy mind of yours, you really thought no one would ever find. But, last night, we made a small crack, and that's all it took to let everything come pouring back in.” He walked closer to her. “ You put up a wall in your own mind, to keep yourself safe, to keep everything in, but we broke it. Now everything is coming at you like a tsunami.”
“ How do I stop it?” She said to him.
“ You don’t, you just pray you survive the outcome.”
Chapter 36
There’s No Going Back
“ It all has to burn, it all has to burn, it all has to burn, just burn it, burn it, burn it!” A shadowy figured tossed items into a burning fire, mumbling those same words repeatedly as if they were a prayer to save his soul from total damnation.
“ Hey, daddy, we going to drive around all night,” The driver snapped out of his dazed, washing the image from his head, lost somewhere in some dark lonely highway. “ or are we going to fuck?” Denise Hillshire, or Sarah as she was going by tonight, drank down a bottle of cheap wine as she was driven around the city for the past hour in the middle of the night by her client that had paid for her service. He was a tall build man, with dark hair, eyes that seem to take notice of his surroundings , he called himself Billy, she knew that was a fake. All of her clients used alias, all of them married men with the urge to drop their load into another woman's cunt, it gave them a sense of adventure and the freedom to bark orders at them, what they couldn‘t do with their wives. “ I’m not complaining, but I’d never had a client who just wanted to drive around all night. But hey, it‘s your dime. ” She tossed the empty bottle to the back and kicked up her bare feet on the dashboard.
Denise was just twenty-one, but looked to be in her late thirties, the effect of cocaine, acid, and crystal meth that was poured into her body on a daily basis. A little for fun, a little to numb reality, a little to make the pain of life go away. She knew people saw the worst in her, saw a ruined life, it made her job easier to do. You couldn't be hurt, if you had nothing to give.
The old beaten up Chevy truck made a stop at the broken down neighborhood of Harlem. Old abandoned buildings from miles on down, no one in sight, the perfect spot to leave a lifeless body without having to watch over your back, which put Billy‘s mind at ease, or as people really called him Brian Klecko.
He planned everything down to the T. He stole this black worn out Chevy truck from a chop shop in the Bronx, no one was going to call the cops about that. Hidden under the compartment of the trunk was everything he needed to wipe his prints off the car and expose the body. He wore all black clothing as not to stand out like a sore thumb, this way he could blend in with the night. The only thing left in his mind was how he planned to murder Denise, he had a hunters knife hidden under his seat, and a 9MM canceled under his black camo jacket. The knife could make things messy, while the 9MM handgun would surely draw attention to himself, how his heart raced with anticipation, so many ways to kill, each one sounding so promising and exciting. He could easily reach up to her and choke the life out of her thin rotting body. Just looking at the disease eating away at her, put Klecko’s mind at ease. This was a mercy kill, he was sparing this lifeless husk out of her misery and sending her to a better place.
“ This is it.” He said to her. His hands shook nervously, he played with the corner of his camo jacket, trying to soothed his nerves.
“ You a first timer, baby.” Denise giggled, showing her stain teeth. “ Let your bad little girl fix that.” She reached to unzip his jeans, rubbing her hand down his crotch. “ All better ?” She asked, but Klecko just hung his head down. “ What’s wrong?”
He leap like a predator the moment an opening was given to him, he slammed Denise's head against the passenger window, causing it to splinter, traces of blood where left in the shards of glass. His heart began to race, He never knew that he could do such a thing, but here he was on his first hunt, trying to kill his first pray. It was revitalizing.
He reached at the bottom of his seat to retrieve the hunters knife he had brought with him, but it seem to slip further down from the drive. As he fumbled to grab the knife, Denise drove her foot to his face repeatedly, enough force to daze Klecko and send his head bashing to his side window. He never expected a strung out hooker to pack that much strength into her kicks, he had underestimated her.
Denise screamed and shoved opened the passenger door. She stumbled to the floor, yelling for help. “ Jesus, someone help me!” She cried out, but there was no one to be seen.
“ Fuck !” This wasn’t how Klecko have envisioned the hunt, it was meant to be a nice clean kill, he could only curse at himself for wasting so much time like a bumbling idiot. After a few seconds of probing, he retrieved the knife and dashed out of his car to silence her screams. “ Shut the fuck up,” He tackled her to the wet pavement. Klecko stared frantically to each side, hoping her screams for help didn’t draw any unwanted visitors, but there was no one in sight.
“ Don’t kill me.” She cried. “ I don’t want to die.”
“ Look at you! “ He turned her over and sat on top of her chest, pinning her arms down with his legs. “ Your nothing but a wasted piece of skin, I’m doing you a favor by putting you out of your misery.”
“ No, please. I can change, just let me go.” The tears ran down her face. “ Please, I won’t tell anyone, just let me go.”
Klecko scoffed at her. “ Will you suck my cock for free?” He dangled the offer jokingly over her.
“ Anything you want, I like to suck cock.” She licked her lips, telling him whatever he wanted to hear, as long as he allowed her to live. “ I won’t charge you anything.”
“ Really, can I do you right now ?”
“ Yeah, I’m all yours.” She smiled, only to have him laugh at her and spit on her face.
“ You fucking whore.” He wanted her to embarrass herself, to sell out like she had been doing for life, he want to shattered every bit of her soul. “ Man, you’re just a laugh riot.”
“ Fuck you, you mother fucker! “ She screamed at him, her face turning red with rage, she wanted this person she knew as Billy to rot in hell for eternity. Klecko slapped the knife around her cheeks and her neck, taunting her as where he would stab her.
“ What was that?” He laughed as she cried, he slipped himself below her stomach and pretend to ride her. “ You like that?”
“ Stop it, just stop it, you sick fu----” Before she could finish her sentence, the knife slammed into her chest. Her eyes widen as the cold steel pierced her heart, there was no screams, just acceptance.
“How does it feel to die?” Klecko salivated from the look in her eyes, he pulled the knife out of her and asked once more. “ How does it feel to die?” before plunging into her chest a second time. The blood dripped from her mouth, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. The
last image of a smiling detective twisting the knife into her chest.
Klecko toppled over to the pavement like a lover who just climaxed, he reached down to feel the bulge poking from under his pants. He never expected himself to be this excited.
He looked at his watch, it was 11:15 PM. He knew every second mattered, this was no time to enjoy his first kill, there was still much work to do. He dragged the dead lifeless body with a smile, feeling so alive in this hour of blood. He tossed her in the back of the car, letting a few droplets of blood splattered onto the floor. In a city like this, that would be overlooked without a second thought and he knew once the body was wiped clean and dumped, this city would never mourn her death. People like Denise always came with an added incentive, they were the city’s forgotten children, what was one life, when there were so many.
He climbed back into the car and wasted no time speeding away, he needed to be as far as possible from the crime scene. burn it, burn it , burn it , He turned his head back to the dead body, hearing that prayer escape the dead lips of Denise Hillshire. He kept his eyes on the body for a few seconds, until he forced himself to shake such silly notions away from his head. He took a deep breath and stared at the dark highway, knowing his path had change, his life as he knew it, was no more. Klecko smiled as he drove deeper into the darkness. Where it would take him, was anyone’s guess.
NOTHING
STAYS
HIDDEN
FOREVER
Chapter 37
Speak Prophet Speak!
Three Years Ago
“ We're all lost wolves. Searching for a purpose in this world, trying to silence that demon lurking within us. The one banging at the walls. We will give it what it wants just to have a moment to think, a moment to breathe. How fools we are, cause the drink will never satisfied the beast, it will demand more, it will keep you hunting till you've reach the end of your rope. But fear not, brother, you see, I know a way to free you from such demon, I know a way to make you the man you were before you walked down this path of blood. But you need to prove to me, you really want salvation.”
“ I do. I want salvation.”
Chapter 38
ORIENTATION
For a man that had just committed cold blooded murder, Detective Brian Klecko slept peacefully. He spent the night wiping his prints and the late Denise Hillshire off the truck, broke the windows out, letting the blood stain glass trickle to the pavement, where it would be crushed and destroyed with time. The truck was left at a gang infested street, letting the vermin of Harlem pick the car clean, thus washing away every piece of evidence that could link him.
The body was tossed at a run down alley, where a lot of working girls ended up dead and abandoned, he was sure they wouldn't mourn or look into it, it was just part of life in the big city. Klecko didn’t return back to his apartment until Four in the morning. He listened to his police scanner, for a good two hours, seeing if anyone called in the dead girl, only to past out in his bed. Awaking to the sound of a clock radio that was set to go off at the stroke of noon, which puzzled him, he didn’t remember setting the alarm, seeing how he was using his time off to recoup himself before going back to work.
“ What the fuck?” He cleaned the drool from his mouth, he looked around his room, trying to get a sense of things. He was still dressed in the black camo jacket and jeans. He knew he would have to burn the clothes, he couldn’t risk keeping them, the past needed to disappear, for good.
Still trying to collect himself, he reached for his handgun that was in his drawer beside his bed, something in the back of his mind told him to be on guard. Suddenly a chirping sound began to echo from inside of his pocket, his heart froze for a second, seeing as his own cell phone was on the nightstand and not in the pocket of his pants. He dug his hand in, wrapping his fingers around the vibrating item, retrieving a hello kitty cell phone. “ Who the hell ? “ He saw the text message on the phone, that laid one simple message.
SLEEPING WELL FOR A KILLER
Klecko dug his nails into his skull, he pounded his fist onto his bed, he could hear and feel everything crumble around him. Someone had seen him kill Denise Hillshire. A second later another message appeared.
WALK INTO THE LIVING ROOM, NOW
He pulled back the trigger of the gun, and stormed into his living room, ready to put a bullet to any poor sap who was standing. Only to be welcomed with the view of balloons, confetti, pictures scattered on the floor and a banner that read, “ Happy 1ST “ Klecko lowered his aim, and bent to the floor to pick up one of the photos. “ Holy shit.” It was a snap shot of him holding the knife, that was coming down onto the chest of Denise Hillshire, every photo seemed to match one another, telling the whole story. “ Fuck, this can’t be happening.” Klecko ripped the banner down in anger cursing as he did it. In that instant another text came through.
DON'T RUIN IT, I SPENT ALL MORNING
WORKING ON IT. GO, TO THE KITCHEN
I LEFT YOU A NICE PRESENT
Klecko looked at the open curtains to his apartment, putting together what the context meant, the person who set this up was watching from one of the other buildings across of him. He quickly ran to close the curtains, give his would be stalker his last view of things.
Everything around him seem to run in slow motion as each blind closed, he could only imagine how his stalker might be laughing their ass off at the panic detective that thrived his entire life on putting away the demented, here he was caught in the same situation they had once been, when the world around them was falling apart. With each passing second his breathing became more erratic, he could feel his heart trying to burst from his chest, thumping harder with each passing moment, it wasn‘t until the entire room was in darkness he could breathe again.
He looked at the cell phone, staring at the text message for a few more minutes, scared out of his wits, fear of what would happen if the people found out, his name would be drag into the mud, his family back in Boston would have to bare the weight of his shame and heinous acts. But who did this, why him, why was this person watching. “ This isn’t a fucking random act, they’ve been watching for awhile. Who the fuck is it!?” Klecko spoke to himself trying to put everything together. The sweat poured down his forehead and it had nothing to do with the heat.
KITCHEN, NOW!
The new text message read. Klecko replied with a message of his own. “ Who are you? “
KITCHEN!
He sighed as he put the cell back into his pocket and walked into the kitchen, were he was surprised to find a gift wrapped box, with a nice pink bow tied around it, placed so elegantly at the center of the table. He aimed his weapon at the box as though waiting for the thing to come alive and attack him. He poked the box with his foot, but nothing came flying out. He slowly undid the bow, which he could feel was made out of silk. Such an expense taste of his would be blackmailer. He hesitated in whether to open the box, what could be inside it, a bomb, a snake, an empty gift to single his last seconds of life? He shook away the fear, and took a deep breath, before pulling the box open, “ Jesus, Christ!” He jumped back, his face turning whiter than it was, as the sever head of Denise Hillshire stared at him, her eyes wide open, the same look she gave him as the knife pierced into her heart.
The cell phone inside of his pocket began to ring, the caller ID read “Unknown Caller.” Klecko cleaned the sweat running down his lip with his sleeve before answering the call. “ Hello?” He quivered.
“ I never thought you’d go through with it, Detective, ” The voice on the other line was distorted, done on purpose, to keep Klecko guessing who his blackmailer could be. “ but you proved me wrong. So, how does it feel ?”
“ What do you want!” Klecko screamed at his blackmailer. “ Do you want money, is that it?”
“ Don’t belittle me, Detective, you should be thanking me, after all, I just saved your ass.” Klecko scoffed at him. “ You spit on the poor girl before you killed her. Your spit got into her mouth, las
t I looked, D.N.A could be traced back that way, besides her little kick made a small gash on your lower lip.” Klecko ran his hand on his lip, the proof was there, that was one part he had overlooked, he was caught in the heat of the moment, his emotions got the better of him. “ Some of your blood was on the toe nails of that poor girl.”
“ Who cares, no one was going to look into it!” Klecko fired back. “ She was a good damn useless whore, no one would shed a tear!” He screamed into the phone
“ Detective, you still have a lot to learn.” His blackmailer said. “ You’ll thank me, you truly will.”
“ And tell me why you would help me, what makes us such good buddies?”
“ Detective, you’re hurting my feelings. You helped me, nay, saved me. The way I look at it, I have your back, you have mines. Our paths have intertwined with one another. Your actions affect me and my actions affect you.” How haunting those words sounded coming from the blackmailer, so real, so passionate, you’d think they were blood related.
Klecko pressed the gun into his eye socket, feeling the need to pull the trigger. “ Not if I kill myself right now.” He told his blackmailer.
“ True, but you won’t do it.” He laughed at Klecko.
“ How would you know!?” Klecko pulled the trigger back.
“ You‘re a creature of habit, my friend.” He chuckled. “ You won’t stop until you fully understand it.”
“ How long have you been watching me?” Klecko asked.
Only to receive a cryptic message.“ It all goes back to those sleepless nights, detective.”
“ What does that have to do with any of this?” Klecko wonder.
“ How damage you are.” He chuckled. “ But we’ll save this chitchat for another time, I’ll be watching you, detective
“ Wait, God damn it.” Klecko wanted to keep him on the line, but before he knew it, his blackmailer was gone.“ What have I gotten myself into.” Muttered Klecko, as he drop the phone on the floor.
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