I STARE at the Ruiney's residency from across the street, hidden behind a tree. So, they could not visible point me out. For the longest time, Archer and June Ruiney were some of my closest friends. But things change. Life changes. And for the past two weeks, I have been standing here stalking them, like a mad man. I know in my heart tonight is the night. I've been planning it, and all signs lead to tonight.
I sit there for at least another three hours, rerunning the entire plan through my head like a director would his movie. Until dusk begins to settle in the sky. Archer and his wife, June, came out for a brief moment to enjoy the beautiful sunset. They probably would have stayed longer if they knew it would be the last sunset they have ever seen. Then again, no one is ever prepared for their bucket to be kicked. Especially, in the way, they are going to go out. I don't think they see it coming one bit, and if they do there is still nothing they can do about it.
My heart starts to race as the sun finally settles, below the horizon; and the moon begins to ascend into the clear, night sky. A full moon to be exact. That just can't be a coincidence. A scary full sky to go with a scary mood that the Ruiney's will never forget. Even after their deaths.
I quietly move throughout the yard. I know where every motion sensor is. I have lived next to the Ruiney's for nearly four years now. They were here eight years before that. So, I know their home, inside and out. Just as I am sure they know mine.
Nothing ever bad happened in this neighborhood. The worst thing that I can recall that happened here was a little kitten got stuck up in a tree. Other than that the only time I think the emergency team has ever been here been when a little boy, from down the road, got his arm stuck in the street drain. He had watched the movie, IT, the night before; and he wanted to know whether or not if a real monster lived in the sewers. The scene was almost identical to the movie when IT chewed off little Georgie's arm. The only difference was the boy in our neighborhood was able to keep his arm. And he found out that there are no monsters in the sewers. Shitty way to find out the answer, though.
I have not always felt this way about the Ruiney's. Like I said for many years we have been good neighbors and good friends. But something just clicked in me about two weeks ago when I found out some news. I guess, some part of me always knew I had this darkness inside of me, but at the same time, I have never wanted to use it till now.
After studying my victim's routine I know that the only way I am getting into this house is through a bedroom window, on the second story. Unfortunately, it is Remmington's room. The Ruiney's year old child. I never wanted to harm him, and I have no intentions of doing it, but a thought crosses my mind as I stand on top of the trash can to reach for the cracked window. "The Ruiney's took something from me. Why not take something so precious to them?"
The thought continued to replay in my head as I sneak through the window. I try to wash to it away, but every time it seems close to vanishing the thought crosses through me, again. As I make it fully into the room I slip and fall on my face, causing a thud. I am for sure that one of the Ruiney's would hear me because I seem to like the worse criminal in the world, right now. To be clear, though, I never thought this would turn out like this until it did.
Luckily, the Ruiney's are either too stupid to recognize the strange noise in their house; or they are accustomed to hearing weird noises. After all, it is an older home. I vote for the second option. I know the Ruiney's and they are by far nowhere near stupid. In fact, they are some of the smartest people I have ever met. But, for whatever reason, the only person that takes any notice of the loud thud is Remmington. Who is standing up in his brown, oakley colored crib; looking directly at me. The young boy starts to cry.
I immediately rush over to him to try to cover his mouth before he alerted his parents. I can't be given away by a baby. There is no way that this could go down like this. I can see in Remmington's eyes that he is going to scream as loud as he can so that one of his parents hear him. Even with my hand muffling his mouth, and the warm wet slobbers of spit that run through my fingers Remmington's cries continue to echo throughout the house.
I spend so much time trying to attend to Remmington and trying to calm him down that I never heard the footsteps of June coming up the steps. So, needless to say, I am very surprised when she opens the door to the bedroom. Only to see me standing over her one-year-old son. I am dumbfounded. She goes to let out a cry to Archer, but before she can I quickly grab a heavy toy that lies next to my feet and smack her across the head with it; causing her to land on her back. She is dazed. Probably, concussed and that is more than likely the only reason she didn't have another chance to scream before I pull the knife out of my pocket. In one rough, sloppy swing I slice her neck wide open. The warm blood squirts out like ketchup from a bottle. All over my face. Over the walls. Even a bit fell on Remmington's bed. I stab a couple more times. Over and over again until I see the light leave her eyes.
I am stunned that I was actually able to do it. I knew I thought about it, but honestly, I doubted myself when the time came to do it. I figured I would hesitate. But my hatred for the Ruiney's overpowered my fear of not being able to finish the job.
Remmington's cries are even louder than before and I know that Archer has to be coming up soon. He must sense that something is wrong. Or at least he should. But then again Archer may not be the humanist of people after all. I thought he was for four years, but I was fooled by everyone. I quickly duck behind the closed door, waiting for the man.
I take a few calm breathes just to keep my nerves in check so that I didn't screw things up for the one person who I wanted to kill more than anything in this world. A few seconds later, I can hear the creaks of the old wooden stairs. The heavy, damp footsteps closed in on the bedroom door. It is almost as if my heart is in harmony with the footsteps. Waiting on the perfect moment to strike. And just like that the bedroom door swings open. My foot nearly stops the door from swinging all the way open. Which would have ultimately given me away. I was able to adjust so this did not happen. There were so many small scenarios that I did not plan for. How, could I be so careless. I am surprised that this has gone as well as it has so far.
I do not attack right away as I did with Mrs. Ruiney. I want Archer to see what he had done. The damage of his inhuman nature. I want him to feel the pain I did. I give him a second to see his dead wife's corpse lying before him. And in an instant, I could feel his heart sink into his stomach. The literal ripping of his heart from his chest. As he dashes either Remmington or his wife's body; not sure which; I quickly emerge from the shadows of the room and put the blade that is covered in June's blood to Archer's neck. I can smell the warm piss run down his leg as the blade makes contact. I press it so hard that it draws a bit of blood immediately. Not enough to kill the poor old bastard. But enough to show Archer that I mean business.
"Whaaaaat doooo you want?" I can hear the stutters in the man's voice; every time he spoke a word his adam's apple would move causing my blade to cut him a bit more. Just as if he was clean shaving his beard for the first time as a young teenager.
"Don't you know, Archer?" I whisper into his ear.
Right away, I know that he knows who I am. I have never felt so much power in my life. Archer's life is in my hands. One simple mistake and we both know what comes next.
"It just happened, man. Life is shit. You know that.," Archer pleads as if this is supposed to make me feel better.
"You took everything from me. You and your whore of a wife. And now I am going to do the same to you."
"Is it money you want? You know I have plenty of it." Archer begins to plead with the worst of pathetic excuses and ways to get him out of this. Which is ridiculous. He knows what I have come for. He should know this considering that I have already killed June. He must know that I am here for blood. His stupid tactics of trying to weasel his way out of this only piss me off even more. My heart races about as fast it possibly could go without busting from my chest.
"Just please spare, Remmington. He has nothing to do with this. I beg you please don't kill my son," Archer continues.
And for a moment I have a human moment. After all that is going on, the one thing that Archer is only pleading for his son's life. Just as any human would do. Maybe, he isn't as cold-hearted, as I thought. And just for a brief moment, I think to myself that I might be doing wrong. All Archer needed was that minute to realize that he may have a way out of this.
Out of the blue, I feel Archer's sharp elbow contact my rib cage. Causing me to gasps for air. I release my death grip around his neck, and Archer's takes off sprinting towards Remmington. I am able to regain my strength in time before he reaches his son. I return the favor to Archer by landing a hook shot into the back of his ribs. Archer was not seeing it coming so there was no time to react. He falls to the ground reaching for the impact spot of the pain. This allows me to regain leverage over him. I stand over top of him, in a kneeled position. The last thing that Archer sees from his piercing blue eyes is me jabbing down the knife right in the middle of his throat, with the force of hatred behind it.
I continue and continue to stab the already dead man over and over again. I lost count of how many times, but by the time I am done his stomach area looks like five pounds of ground beef, at the grocery store. His guts are dangling from his stomach. Blood running from every empty hole in his body. I can feel the warmth of his blood nearly bringing a sweat to me from where I am covered in it. I have never felt such a thrill in my life. It was the biggest relief that I have felt lifted off my shoulders.
I stand to my feet and quickly make eye contact with Remmington. The baby boy stares back at me. By now his crying has stopped, and I believe he is in a state of shock. Then again who wouldn't be after seeing their parents get murdered before them?
Remmington looks at me with his head tilted sideways as if he doesn't even recognize me anymore. I can tell he no longer sees the man that went to his one-year birthday party, last month. Or the man that use to play with him in the living room for hours. All Remmington sees anymore is the man that murdered his parents. A monster.
I stand there for at least a quarter of an hour just staring at Remmington debating what I should do with him. On one hand, the baby is a witness to one of the most hateful things he will ever witness. On the other though, Remmington is only one. This will be a vanished memory. It has to. I mean what kid remembers something from when they are one year old.
As I continue the debate internally, within my mind. I hear the sirens growing nearer my location. There is no more debating left. There is no time left to punish Remmington for his parent's actions. I have to get out of here or I will be punished for my actions.
I jump back out of the two-story window, nearly cracking my head on the sidewalk. A few inches more and I probably would have been knocked unconscious. I can hear Remmington's cry begin to echo through the window, and the sound carries throughout the neighborhood.
I need to make it back to my house before Remmington wakes anyone in the area, and I am caught red-handed with literally all the evidence the police need against me. During my jump I happened to land on my feet wrong, injuring my right leg. No matter, how fast I want to go that leg won't let me go any faster.
I hobble through the grass desperately trying to get to my front door when I feel the arms of someone wrap around me and tackle me to the ground. Immediately, I know I am busted. There is no reason to fight it. I know my fate. I just wish now that I didn't ponder on the decision of what to do with Remmington. I could have been long gone if I never stopped. I had it all planned out perfectly. Little did I know the actions of a one-year-old is what would have gotten me caught.
Another officer comes into view and helps the officer who thought he was a linebacker for the Chicago Bears. By the time, I reach the patrol car a storm starts to settle in. The last thing I see before they drive me to my future of doom is a woman standing on my porch. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I can see that what I have done not only hurt the Ruiney's but hurt that woman as well. The tears of disbelief were pouring from her eyes. Probably, creating more precipitation than the thunderstorm was about to produce.
It was at this moment that I realized what I had done. The people that I hurt and the long-lasting effects I made on people. I never wanted to be this person. I never thought I was capable of being this person. But I did what I did. Am I sorry for what I did? No. I had my reasons. And under the right circumstances, you might have done the same. I know how my life will go, and I am not proud of it, but it happened. And in my eyes I took two backstabbings, lying, pieces of shit out of this world. I did that. I held a man's life in my hand, and I ended it. I have never felt so close to God in my life. It feels good to be in control. I smile an evil grin as the patrol car leaves the neighborhood. Its destination is my new home.
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