i wrote this sept 2006, i changed it around a bit, i am sure there is alot more that i could change to make it better but this is good enough for now. Hope its somewhat enjoyable.
Red guilt
Damp rainfall was swarmming through the thick air. Spring was elapsed by summer. Mac sternly took the hand of his latest victim and violently led her through the forest. Gagged, blindfolded, and bound by the hands the young girl had no way of communicating with the world. Putrid sounds filled her ears as her eyelids flickered with bright tricks in her new dark world. Mac thought to himself of how perfect the weather was for digging. All his precious spots were secluded. What better place than a forest to place bodies. The human race has all but forgotten the forest. Scurrying to their suburbian safe houses, all the better for Mac. No soul sees the dark forest. None of their pitty secluded souls come outside when the sun goes down. An hour before, Mac had snuck up on this blonde woman while she was getting into her car in a dark parking lot. She had golden blonde hair, enticing eyes, and baby smooth skin. She stood about 5'5. Mac hated blondes and their sameness. Maybe better words are similar properties. Characteristics give them too much credit as a human. According to him, they were less than normal humans. They were dull witted and inescapably beautiful. Blonde's used deception in horrific ways. Mac wore no mask. He wanted them to see his face. Mac had dark complexion and eyes that made onlookers feel as if they were staring into an abyss. He was tall, about 6'3. He was well built. If she had seen him on the streets she would have been attracted to him but instead she was staring at his face with a deep onset cringe. Fear so great it clouded her thoughts of the treacherys he was going to do to her.
Mac took her to the forest and began to undress her. It was easy to see that the young girl thought she was about to be raped. So when Mac took off her clothes and then began to dig a 4 foot hole in the middle of the forest she was releaved, untill it dawned on her that he had allowed her to see his face. No killer would let their victim live after seeing their face. She knew she was going to die. Many would ask why he would do this. Why not rape the beautiful young woman? After digging the hole he threw the girl he had bound at the nearest oak tree into the hole. He then began to shovel the dirt back into the hole.
"Stupid whore," said Mac.
"You deserve this and much more,"
Just as the dirt was about to cover her up he pulled out his gun and fired a shot into her breast. Once the dirt was covered he then pulled out the rose. The rose was his mark, and killing the young girl was his job and this job was much more than ordinary, it was an obligation. The rose was important. This was so Cam would know. So that Mac would be able to arrange a meeting for the two of them. He placed the rose so that it was protruding out of the ground. Oh how he had waited for that day. The day he could come face to face with the man he had been in the shadow of for so long.
Cam was the Commanding Officer of the Washington Dc Homicide Task Force. It was his job to put the murderers behind bars, to figure out complex cases and track down serial killers. Cam recetnly discovered the serial killers latest bodies, which always puzzled his fellow task force officers. Victim number four was found at 6am eastern time. Ghastly, yet beautiful, decadent yet appauling, the rose was waiting. The killer left his mark. Cam and his team dug four feet down and found her. Blonde, pretty, the usual. Images of the ex wife burn into Cams vision as he viewed the young girl. Memories flashed, a squint and he pushed them back. He needed to leave. At the office guilt was bubbling in his heart. Looking to the picture on his desk of his little daughter it deepened. He had no time for that now; he had a case to solve. He had seen the victim before, in his dreams. He always dreamt of the killers victims. His dreams never are directly about the victim, but he always saw their face somewhere within the dream and the location of the dream was the crime spot. Not that it made it easy to find, it was either a forest or a room. There were usually many people in his dreams, but the victims were easy to point out and remember. They always had a scared expression on there face as if they were dying on the inside and had no way of stopping it.
Cam thought about what had happened earlier at the crime scene. In the memory, Detective Cam sat on the edge of the dirt hole and stared at the blank look on the naked girl face staring back at him. A shot right into the breast. Cam didn’t need to ask forensics, he knew there was no sexual intercorse preformed on the women.
Just as he was thinking this his cell phone rang. It was his mother.
"Are you going to go to see your daughter's grave sight in a few days," she asked.
"Mother I've been there once and I couldn't take it, I don't know if it is a good idea,"
"You must face your fears before your fears face you," she said as if reading a fortune cookie. Cam hung up the phone and decided to head back to his office.
After revwing the memory Cam pulled out the waterized ziplocked backs and viewed the different roses they had recovered. Cam knew there was a reason the killer used a rose, but he just couldn't put his finger on it. Cam would think about this for hours, feeling so close to the answer. After an hour of staring at the same pictures of the same naked women and making no progress he decided to head home. Once home he had a fast spagettio supper and decided to go to bed. But first he went into his daughter's old room. This was Jayde's room. This is where he went to think and figure out things. It was his secret room that was always kept locked. This case had made him think about his daughter a lot. The rose was meaningful to him. As he walked into her room he looked all around. The walls were a soft pink and had a trim of roses across it. Rose pictures hung around the room. Bed sheets, pillow cases, all pink with vibrant red roses plastered onto the fabric. She had loved that flower. Noone outside of the family knew about Jayde and her obsession with the rose. Did the killer know? How? Jayde had died with him controlling it all. She died and he survived. His wife had left him three years before. Cam was on his way back from picking Jayde up from his wife's house. The divorce was her doing, Brooke. She told him he had to choose his job or his family. He told her he didn't see why he couldn't have both. She said she didn't care if they were poor that they would at least be together. He wanted a better life for his daughter and his wife than the one he had had. America was becoming rotten and he could help, and the only way to survive was to succumb to the working class and make a difference. He did that so when Jayde was older she could have a future. He had never had that growing up. He missed Jayde everyday yet he never was able to show her the loving father that he really was inside. While she was alive he was spending every moment they were together either sleeping or telling her he would take her here and there another day. His wife told him to get therapy but he didn't believe in that stuff. That is all he needed, a overpaid talking know-it-all siding with his wife. She was the crazy one for leaving him and creating their daughters death. Cam hadn't talked to his ex-wife since Jayde's funeral. Oh how he missed Jayde. Since he was unable to think of anything other than his daughter and his ex-wife he decided to go to bed with gin and tonic.
Mac knew Cam had been asleep for three hours, call it intuition. Ensured, Mac awoke alert, head on a swivil, mind racing. This was his time. Time to set things right in the world, show Cam that justice can prevail. Get rid of another girl who didn't deserve to live.
"Cam," he said out loud in a seductive way. He had known Cam for a very long time. Living in the shadows of Cam, watched Cam’s every move, waiting for his time to strike. Mac knew how he operated, he knew his secrets. He knew why he had hidden anger. He knew Cam better than Cam knew himself, or so he liked to think. It was time. The meeting needed to occur. It was time to lure poor detective in.
"It is time," Mac said.
As Mac was driving through the city, he noticed a young woman with a tight yellow shirt on and a man arguing. The shirt looked a size too small for the woman and her breasts. He pulled to the side and listened. They were in the midst of a break up, or so he assumed. She wore her blonde hair in a tight bundle not allowing Mac to see the length of her hair. The two argued for some time until she got into her car and sped away. The man was left with an emotion of sadness on his face. Mac realized he was holding his breathe, he wanted the man to get better. How can he help him? He can’t, he cannot undo what that bitch has done. For a split second Mac thought that it may be the mans fault also, but looking into the mans downtrodden face he swept that instantaenous thought away. He kept a one to two car separation between them. He was very good at this; he was use to following people in the darkness.
The two soon arrived in the garage of Autumn Apartments in lower Washington D.C. For most cities, adding the word “lower” usually implies poorer, but in Washington D.C “lower” indicates higher middle-class. He followed her into the parking garage. The poorly illuminated yellow bulbs provided more shelter for the shadows than providing light for the young woman. Mac crept along the vast amount of shadows. Winding with the womans car He positioned himself behind the much to large black hummer. As the woman began to get out of the car the radio continued to blare some incoherent rock album which peirced Macs ears. Using the radio and the car ding Mac quickly unlocked the vehicle just as she was locking the car, voiding her attempt to lock the vehicle. Proceeding to the apartment entrence, loud clicks verberated off of the walls from the young womans heels. The tight yellow shirt barely able to contain the two moving breasts within her shirts. The noise of the heels ensured Mac that noone else was present with them in the garage. No mask, no need. She was a car from him; he could hear the footsteps deepening. The annoying click as if someone was persistently knocking on his door and the sound went straight to his ears. Mac threw his hand over her soft mouth and took her to the ground. She went down easy. She was in good shape lacked in strength. He handcuffed her and then put the clorophorm gag in her mouth, causing the entire body to slowly hunch. The yellow shirt pulled upwards showing the fake tan heart that stamp americas daughters. Hotwiring the Hummer the two of them drove off, one alert and aware of the glorious fullfilling night ahead, the other lost in deep sleep only to awake to a dark and twisted nightmare that leads to death.
They drove to the outskirts of D.C. Luckily the outskirts of D.C have only slightly been touched by the greedy souls. A beautiful forest once outside of its metropolis; large oak trees, thick forest, all of this perfect for his deed to preform. He had to choose a place Cam would look. The outskirts of D.C are vast enough that if he wanted, he could find a unique burial place and keep it hidden for as long as he pleased. But he wanted to be discovered, discovered by one man. He was thinking of something significant to leave for his Detective. Just enough information to make the detective get an idea that he is onto something, but not enough to blow Macs cover, not yet. This was yet another stepping stone leading to the island of meeting for the two of them. Mac shuddered with excitement at the thought. How many stones were needed for the detective to get to Mac? Mac realized he was coming upon an area that was 15 miles from his previous location. “Too close?”, he asked himself. Even though it was near his old burying place, the forest was full of green vegetation. The spring had treated the plants well, causing various green bushes to sprout in random assortments making most parts of the forest floor incapable of visibility. Yellow shirt had just become alert and was beginning the scream routine. The girl was trying everything to scream, but all that was coming out was muffled sounds of anguish. A quick smile spread across Mac’s face. Justice coming atlast. One less woman to worry about. Mac got out of the Hummer thinking to himself “what a wonderful vehicle for this project. Fittingly black to belnd into the night.”. Mac thought to himself that he may buy one of these in the future.. He then began to dig the hole. This will be number five that he would allow the detective to find. Once the hole was dug he went to the Hummer and retrieved the woman. He stripped her naked. He looked at her body in lust. Beautiful, that's what she wanted him to think. She wanted him to lust. But he was strong willed and above her.
"You women are strong when you're naked. Well you will die weak in your strength.”
He threw her into the pit. She stared up at him with an appalling look as he laughed at her. He then did his usual routine and began to throw dirt back into the hole. He saw the usual horror on her face as she realized she was being buried alive. Just as she was close to being covered he pulled out his gun and fired the shot. The shot into her breast, the shot into the object that entraps so many men into a dreamy state of weakness. How many men had she used those to entrap he wondered. It didn't matter. Mac jumped into the pit as blood ran down her breast. Oh how innocent she appeared, appear being the important distinction between being and faking. He looked at the glazed over crystal blue eyes. He then took out a needle and drained some blood from the victim. He put the blood into two vials. He had done this every time and yet still the detective hadn't noticed.
"A gift for you my friend" Mac said.
The following afternoon Cam was staring at the pictures forensics gave back to him. The body looked just like the others.
"What do you want from me?" asked Cam out loud. The vile report forensics had gave him was worthless. He decided to call it a night and go home. Once at home Cam went to lie down on his big bed. It was very big for just one man. Cam put his boots under his bed when he felt something. It was a picture of his ex-wife Stephanie. When had he put that down there? He looked at her blonde hair, her high cheek bones that showed off her Indian side. A blonde Indian, somehow she had acquired blonde hair. Every victim had reminded him of his ex wife. He had always been so angry at her but he would never kill her. How could a man do this to a woman? Cam could only think of it for so long on account of his tiredness. He had gone to bed every night at 8 or 9 and still was unbelievable tired. Cam slowly drifted off into slumber. The sweet serenity of sleep. He had come to love sleep, the one place he could leave the troubles of the world and be apart of silent bliss. The only thing was that lately he had been attacked in his dreams. He would walk precariously around knowing that one of the ladies in his dream would wind up at the bottom of a muddy pit the next day. Once into his sleep Cam began to have a dream unlike his past dreams. This dream was not real-like. This dream was fuzzy and dark. A man about the age of 30 came up to him. Cam tried to focus his eyes on the man but then realized that the man was grasping a mirror. The mirror instantly caught his eye. Cam heard the intense roar of a lion and then the notorious laugh of a hyena. This caught Cam off guard but he still was unable to quit staring at the man. Something flashed from the mans pocket, it was a silver pistol. Cam stared into the mirror and saw a word. The word was out of focus. Beneath the words in the mirror something was coming out of the glass. It was a rose. A vibrant deep red rose fell briskly out of the mirror and into the black nothing that was surrounding Cam and the man. Immediately but slowly everything started to spin around him and then he was in his daughters room. He was lying in a pile of roses in his daughter's room staring at the ceiling. On the ceiling was the mirror that the man had held. He tried to get up but couldn't. He saw the ceiling closing in on him and he began to be able to read the letters. The letters spelt out "Mac".
With a wince Cam woke up with sweat dripping off of his face. His heart was beating a mile a minute. It sounded like a drumline was playing on his insides. He slowly drifted off back into sleep waking every few minutes because he was afraid to get too far into another dangerous dream.
"Mac," asked Cam out loud. Cam sat in his cubicle later on the next day not knowing what went on the night before. Trying to figure out what was going on. He had all the pictures, he had a paper with Mac wrote on it. He decided to go home because he was sitting there unable to think of an answer. Once he was at home he began to think about all that had happened in the dream with the mirror and Jayde's room. Cam decided to go into his daughter's room to possibly clear his mind and think about things. This is where the dream had ended. He sat in Jayde's room and began to stare around the room. It was such a wonderful 8 year old child's room. He looked wall to wall thinking of Jayde when something caught his eye. A red piercing illumination was coming from a slit in the closet door. Cam made his way to the closet door staring into the dark corner chamber of the room. He opened the door and looked inside. The illumination came from above in the closet. He got a chair and climbed atop it. While he was climbing he looked down and noticed wood shavings. Immediately his head jerked towards the door and there engraved into the door was the name "Mac". He looked around and that is when he saw the mirror on the opposite door of the closet. In the mirror was the opposing door. But what he saw awestruck him. His name was staring back at him mocking him with all it had. It was Mac in the mirror, only it read Cam. Trying to comprehend the meaning of this, he looked up. There, along the shelf were five viles. Each of them filled with a red liquid.
"Blood," Cam said out loud. At the moment his Heart began to ache. How could this be in his little girl's room? He felt guilty for even seeing it. He was unable to breathe and became light headed, and collapsed hitting his head on a metal case that held all the pictures of his daughter. Everything went black around him. Cam drifted off into a dream.
Cam appeared in a zoo. He awoke to the monstrous roar of the lion and the laugh of the hyena mocking him. He remembered the noises from his previous dream. His eyes began to stare in a clockwise motion around his setting. This was the zoo that Jayde had tried to convince him to come to almost everyday. She loved the animals and the flowers at the zoo. This is where Jayde had received her first rose from her father. They had gone only once and he had always promised they would go again. Once again there was the man standing in front of him only this time he held a pistol. Cam was standing across the man holding a gun also.
"Have you figured it out yet," asked the man with a seductive grin.
"Well I take it your name is Mac." Cam said as his head started to swarm with everything he had encountered in the last hour.
"You are the killer. You are the one killing those girls. You are the evil I have been tracking."
"Evil? What have women ever done for you? Brought you sorrow, brought you pain, left you, abandoned you, nagged you, expected of you. There evil and they need to be taught a lesson," Mac said with a cocky smile to accent his happiness on the subject.
"You're apart of me, aren't you," said Cam with a gasp of air as he choked down a swallow of understanding. Everything was falling into place.
"You are me. Yet you are not. I'm crazy," said Cam with a laugh. "Well, you can't kill me. Evil cannot live alone without any good. That much I know. You will not," boomed Cam with power. Mac began to pull the trigger of the pistol when all of the sudden a little girl came out from behind the vent. Cam saw the girl and so did Mac. They stared at the little girl for an instant. They both knew who she was. She was little Jayde, his daughter, their daughter. Jayde was holding a rose. Jayde was staring at the man when suddenly the rose turned solid. She threw the rose at the man and it stuck right in his heart. The man fell to the ground. As he wiggled around the rose turned black and spread throughout his body. The veins of Mac were turning black as coal, spreading throughout his whole body. As this was taking place a crevasse came about in the earth swallowing up Mac. The hole closed up as fast as it had appeared. In an instant Mac was gone. The black rose popped up out of the ground and turned its natural beautiful red color. Cam could feel himself relieved. But at the same time he could feel the guilt. Cam couldn't believe it. Little Jayde had saved his life. But how? She was dead. He was in the car crash with her and had seen her poor little body as he screamed at the heavens asking why.
Cam was staring there looking at his dead daughter. A light from the sky above came upon him. He thought he heard a voice when he noticed it was his daughter speaking. "So I had to be the one to bring you to the zoo daddy? Daddy where were you." She said in a sweet innocent voice. Cam face was stricken with shock. He could feel guilt being fed, growing as large as the hungry lion's roar was loud. She pulled out a gun and pointed it at her father.
A neighbor heard glass break and came to Cam's aid. Viles broke all over the closet floor. Random blood splotches were found on the carpet within the glass. When Cam fell he hit his head. The neighbor had Cam's head on a pillow while blood began to soak the pillow. Just as paramedics made their way into the room where the two were at, Cam began to breathe deeper. Just as Cam exalted his last breathe a rose rolled from a shelf atop the closet and fell into his hands. Guilt had made his last few years horrible. It had stopped him from moving on with his life, and now guilt would take his life from him.
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