End Game: A Verse-style story
no-one misses her more than me
created in immeasurable taste
mine to keep.
They frantically search for the missing;
my barbituate haze,
tangled maze of clues left behind,
taunts to the authoritative ones,
it’s a love affair you know,
the stalker, the hunter, the evil that dwells within;
the victim, the hunted, the innocent that have no idea.
I left a picture in his mailbox, showing her beauty.
I gave him only one day to find her
before she and I would have our dance.
have you seen her before,
do you recognize her?
She walks alone, unsuspecting,
all she’ll remember is I made her smile, once,
made her feel beautiful.
She’s so unaware of what I really am,
a monster in the darkness,
a nightmare waiting to be born of her fears.
The lock clicks
the door shuts
my slow breath in the darkness,
I’m watching her
she has no idea I’m there
she talks to her cat,
hangs up her coat,
heads for the shower in a candle-lit room.
Night-goggles, the perfect tool for observation in concealment
time to strike
from behind, I grab her in a choke-hold
she tries to fight….
I’m much stronger and more prepared
the thrill, the dance, the kill.
I leave her there, on her living room floor,
they’ll find her, but I’ll be long gone.
I don’t know what is more tantalizing,
me hunting them
or me watching the others hunt me,
cat and mouse,
cloak and dagger
the chase is on
catch me if you can
He haunts my nightmares,
screams my name,
sends clues of each one.
If I came face-to-face with him in the street, would I know?
He’s watched me,
I don’t sleep,
I danced with the homicidal freak once before,
it broke me
he found me
did he miss me?
This section of town,
he sees me
and I still can’t see him.
He sends pictures to remind me,
the chase is not over.
He chasing them,
me chasing him,
him watching me, trying to chase him.
It’s only a matter of time
I will catch him,
but how much more damage gets done,
before his demise,
before his downfall,
before his end game.
Clue after clue,
I send him,
if he weren’t so emotionally messed up after that first one,
he may have very well caught me by now.
Maybe he would have caught me,
had he not been so close to her.
Maybe I chose the first one a little to close to home for him.
He visits her grave often,
I watch him talking to her
cries of sorry,
tears of pain.
He’s slowly losing his willingness to keep going.
I can not allow him the fortune of giving up.
It would be an atrocity without him,
this is my game,
it will play out my way.
This next one is slightly different,
I found her,
in an alley,
she had a small fire going to keep warm,
a transistor radio for music to calm the static of the city night.
She spotted me coming out from behind the large dumpster,
she’s not afraid,
or is she?
footsteps hit the pavement in rapid flight,
the chase is on,
rain hits the pavement,
this one is a fighter.
The alleyway leads to an abandoned warehouse,
stairs, concrete, darkness,
but she’s forgotten,
footsteps echo in the hollows.
I grab her,
I am much stronger,
as I squeeze deeper into her throat
she coughs, gasps and gargles,
until, all at once,
When I let go she drops…
rapid, coming towards me
no time to think,
he’s on my heels,
minutes feel like hours,
Rain pours from the sky like a broken water main,
my eyes dark, cold, searching for escape,
he finds me,
He comes at me worse than any man scorned,
the devil is in his eyes,
rage in his heart,
this time, he won’t let me out of this sights.
The clues piled up
now, they are fitting together,
blinded before, I know see,
he’s not going to stop,
it has to be me,
I must stop him,
at what cost?
The press conferences,
the profile delivered,
the public aware,
a city frightened to its core.
No one sleeps,
no one is safe,
I’m not safe,
clue after clue,
I put the pieces together,
suppressed memories coming back
filling my head
the clues he left
making more sense.
I track him down,
but I’m to late,
he’s killed another,
left her laying at his feet.
He’s got the nerve to stay and say hello to me this time.
There’s no-where for him to run,
he’s stopped running.
I want to kill him now,
but something stops me,
I need to know, why…
Why the games,
“Stop trying to control the situation, you can’t, this is my game”
“What do you need?”
“I need, you”
“For a long time, I was the only one you had”
“You were like my brother”
” All our time was together”
“No!, your time was killing, my time was trying to find you”
“But you were always there, I counted on you to be there, after each one”
“You took her from me, so I, took her from you”.
He got his answer.
Now he would have his justice.
He crouched down, grabbed the serrated blade from its strong-hold in his ankle sheath and with one, strong, determined swipe, he slit the throat of his opponent and watched him drop like a stone.
Serial killer ended
As he looked at the dead man he uttered one last line…..
“You were just my job, paperwork, you’ve met your end game and I’ve only just begun.”
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