Thread: Internet Killers [	Mr Quixotic & Dovakitten]

RE Internet Killers Very Dark Content The waiting was the hardest part. After she'd come home, she was so excited and felt more alive than she had her entire life now that she knew he was real. He was a real killer that had shared one of his victims with her. Just idea that perhaps he'd allow her to actually see him in action filled her with glee. But as time passed, she started to wonder what would happen if he decided she would be his next victim. What if this was all an elaborate way to find his next target? Her face dropped and her shoulders slumped at the idea as she refreshed the page again only to find there was still no new messages. As she waited to hear from her mystery man, she started wondering what he was like in real life. She imagined he had an average looking wife who made up for her looks by being able to cook and clean really well. They probably had a couple of kids that he very likely ignored and they were slowly growing to hate him. His desire to kill woman probably made it difficult to make love to his wife and she was throwing herself to every man that paid attention to her. She knew she was completely wrong about him, but it excited her to think that this killer was also a family man. Suddenly, she remembered that she had hardly eaten anything all day as her stomach announced it's misery. Analise walked into her kitchen to make something to eat but found herself standing in front of the open freezer, starting at a three month old, half eaten pint of Ben Jerry's that her last girlfriend had left. Behind the ice cream was the finger she'd taken from Whitney's home, Whitney's finger that her mystery man had chopped off. Everything seemed to slow down as she continued to stare at the ice cream her breathing, her heartbeat, the hum of electricity in her home. He'll kill you, Analise. Everything sped back up to it's normal speed as she shut the freezer door and looked in her refrigerator to find a bottle of pinot noir that she had been saving for when she finished her dissertation. She returned to her desk with a half full glass of wine and the bottle which she set on the desk as she pulled up her browser before even sitting down to see that she had a notification. Analise sat up straight as she finished the glass, poured another, and then opened the message. A smirk played across her lips when he mentioned seeing her on the news, proud that he'd seen her, but when she learned he wasn't angry she found herself less excited. She laughed at herself thinking that she really must have a death wish if she was disappointed that he wasn't angry with her. Images of Whitney's naked, brutalized body came flooding back and she had the most unsettling feeling. It was as if she actually felt remorse. She hadn't when she was standing over her body, her wound open wide and staring at her, but now it was as if it was really real. It was like it was nothing but a daydream before but now she felt it. She decided he was doing this on purpose, he was trying to dredge up some sort of emotion that would make her fall back and it wasn't enough. When she did finish reading the message, she looked over her shoulder at her living room windows as she tipped over and peeped out the drapes. He'd watched her when she found the body. That was the only way he could know that she put the finger in her pocket or what she was wearing. Had he watched her put it in the freezer too or was that just a good guess? She wasn't sure. Her eyes scanned the cul de sac she lived on as she chewed her plump, lower lip but she didn't see anything unfamiliar before she moved back to her chair and sipped on her wine until she finished the glass and pressed reply. Subject Pig Squeals Message You have so many questions today... I'll start with the ring. I'm afraid I was very broken up about discovering the body of my good friend and neighbor, so it's hard for me to recall whether or not the police asked about a ring. I know that you asked me to find it but I was unable to find anything that belonged to you. Perhaps you should be more careful next time. Also, that was no performance. I must thank you for my first experience with a corpse, it made me realize how unafraid I am of death. I don't want to die, but death is actually quite beautiful. Whitney looked better than she ever had alive. However, you still mean nothing to me and I'm still not afraid of you. If you wanted to kill me, you would have come to my house and killed me . Not Whitney. Really, that's been bothering me. Why are you messaging me? Why are you so intent on proving how hardcore you are? You know what I think? I think you want a friend, a like minded individual to share your interests with. Is that it? Meet me. Then tell me why we're playing this game because, honestly, I've grown tired of it. Now that I think about it, I'm bored with you already. P.S. It just so happens I have a week off, more than a week if I want. It seems I'm not emotionally or mentally stable enough to handle the world after seeing my friend's corpse. Analise hit 'Send' and leaned back in her chair to continue drinking her wine. It wasn't long before the silence became deafening but she didn't want to watch the news. Instead, she turned on some music and started silently screaming as she tried to breathe. The events of the day, the choices she made were all crashing down on her specifically, taunting someone who'd just killed her neighbor to send a message. She was starting to panic but told herself not to let it show just in case he was watching. Was he watching? Paranoid, she looked over at the windows even though the curtains were drawn.