I never wanted to be a murderer. Sounds absurd coming from me of all people.
I'm not saying that i was some kind of saint, I too did many despicable things in my life. Perhaps i am really a murderer? Haa.. I was self aware but at the same time unable to let go of my destructive habits.
"You understand what i mean right?" I ask the man who remain quiet despite my rambling. I should probably have took out the gag on his mouth.
Doesn't matter. Grabbing a hammer with bandage wrapped around it, i approach him. Somehow the way he squirm against the ropes securing him tightly in the chair was very funny.
"Mr Moroe, With the total count of seven murders. I had put you on seven days of torture and death" I said with the usual bussiness i had plastered on my face.
He look at me with those eyes again, Fear and Anger but i don't care.
I put the hammer on over my shoulder my hand firmly placed on it's handle.
I then used my other hand to remove his gag and upon it's removal he proceed to make an animalistic noise.
"W ha dwauhdia hwiadhi?" He asked me. It's probably about 'why are you doing this i already told the police' or something like, 'im gonna kill you' , 'why still let me leave?'
With his tongue cut off and teeth ripped out, he was no fun.
Taking a few steps back i then said, "Shall we start?" I raised the hammer high and swung down with my whole weight into it.
"This is for Sarah Jane"
He let out a shriek of pain and horror.
"This one is for Nicole Mendez" I swung once more and i heard the sound of that girl's mother crying on the other side of the call.
"For Elizabeth" I swung again
And then again
And then again
I swung more than seven times but it doesn't matter, i was doing the right thing.
I was.. I..
As the last call on the line ended, i finally stop and took a quick breath.
I let the hammer drop in my hands and watch it slowly collide to the floor.
Times like this i wonder what have i been doing to my life? How come i became like this…
Still i did something good.
I walked towards the desk where all the phones was placed and make sure that all the calls have ended.
After that i proceed to smash all of them before proceeding to leave the basement from where it all happened.
Waiting from me upstairs was the clothes i prepared along with a lighter.
Removing my mask and tossing it towards the basement, the smell of gasoline overwhelmed me.
I Changed my clothes and proceed to clean up all the evidence of myself being there.
Wiping alcohol at all the place i touch and making sure every corner was covered with gasoline. After that i left the note that i previously forced him to write and send it via an online carrier while using his phone.
I even make sure to withdraw all the money i received from the victims parents that I make them send in that guys bank account.
I tossed the lighter with a smile, my eyes delighted on how easily the whole house caught on fire.
I broke his phone crashing it with my feet before tosing it into the fire along with his wallet.
"It was beautiful" I said with delight as i got into my car well i was his too. Haa.. for a guy with a nice house, nice car and a stable job he was really stupid to throw all of that away because he want to swung his hammer around.
Doesn't matter, he's useless anyway.
I had to settle down again or i might get too much unnecessary attention. I also had to change my MO too.
Once i managed to cross two cities i abandoned the car and rode two busses before going to fetch a taxi that i used to get to a warehouse where i put my car in.
After that i rode my car and went to another city where my home was the capital of my country.
Manila.
Once i got home, i went towards the bathroom and took a quick bath and slept like a child who had became exhausted after playing with toys all day.
If there was hell.. I probably burn in it..