Thread: Interview with the Serial Killer. (roxthefox87 & Trias)

Interview with the Serial Killer. By roxthefox87 Trias Faith felt her heart pounding inside her chest as she sat uncomfortably in the old abandoned Newspaper Factory at the edge of town. Her friend Jeremy had recommended it as a safe, and secure place to conduct what was to be the biggest interview of her life. It reeked of the stacks of old moldy unprinted newspaper that sat along one of the far walls, and apart from the light cast by a crudely rigged spotlight that Jeremy had set up, it was entirely dark inside. This added to the already creepy nature of the whole ordeal she was about to partake in, but damnit she needed a big break, and this was it. She was certain of it. Outside the world was a raging storm the likes of which she couldnt ever experiencing before. It was downright hostile and made the dubious nature of the old building she was in even more worrisome. Jeremy had assured her that despite its ruinous condition, it was more that sturdy enough to house them for the duration. In fact, were not for the constant barrage of rain against the corrugated ceiling panels overhead, she might not have even known the tropical storm had made landfall two hours earlier. It had dawned on her, that conducting such an interview in midst of what meteorologists were calling the storm of the century wasnt exactly the best of ideas, but to her it was worth the risk. Besides, she was trusting that Jeremy would keep a keen eye on her, and her subject from wherever it was hed situated himself. Hed promised her shed be safe from any harm, and she was trusting of him. All the stories hed told her of his many tours of Iraq, and Afghanistan had instilled that confidence in her to her, he was a seasoned combat veteran, and the perfect guy to make sure this went how she envisioned. Exhaling deeply, she checked the time on her iPhone, noting that it was just two minutes till midnight. Her guest would be arriving soon, and her nerves were on full alert. She caught glimpse of a shadow that seemed to move against one of the old abandoned printing presses and squinted to try and focus better. The spotlight that shone on her and the lone chair that sat across from her glinted against her emerald green eyes, accentuating her beauty as she remained seated. There was a part of her that wanted to shine the flashlight of her iPhone in the direction of the shadows, but the rules of their agreement had forbidden it. She was to sit in the light, calmly, and wait. That was it. If he was going to show, she had to obey the rules hed outlined in his email to her. Inhaling deeply, she still couldnt believe that shed received his emails in the first place. It had been a desperate attempt to garner his attention, when she started attacking him on Twitter, and in her Blog. Hed been the subject of many reporters, and journalists but none of them had been so vicious in their condemnation of his actions. Shed eviscerated him with words, and itd struck a nerve with him. At least, thats what shed thought. Regardless, she had his attention now. That was all she needed. It was part one, of what she assumed would be a three-part plan to end the spree of the most notorious serial killer in modern history. Part two was an interview that she would conduct with him. Shed uncover the story of the man that had captured the attention of the Nation, maybe even the World. Shed reveal him and his motivations to everyone to see and be remembered and praised for it. Part three was his apprehension. That was why shed brought in Jeremy. He was out there somewhere in the shadows, waiting for her cue to move in an take this psycho down. She didn't know where he was, but she was confident he was watching her like a hawk. He would make sure that when shed finished her interview, that this sick sadistic killer wouldnt leave to continue his spree. For that, shed be hailed as a hero. It was her ticket to something greater. She would be a legend after tonight. She just had to stomach speaking to such evil in person, then itd all be over. This was her moment. Checking her phone again, it turned over to 1200am on the dot, and she exhaled nervously.