Chapter 7: Working with a Killer to Find a Killer

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I gulped. A new serial killer!? Couldn’t I just have a fricken break!? Also, if Astly was right, this new killer was crazier than him… and who could be crazier than Astly!?

“Hey, being a murderer yourself, do you have any idea on who this new person could be?” I asked.

Private Number: “Killers don’t exactly have blogs announcing each others’ kills.”

“Could you send me pictures of whatever you have?” I asked. I wanted to see if I could contribute anything on who the new killer could be.

Private Number: “Here you go, but y do u need these? Just curious?”

“Yeah, ‘just curious’.” I looked at the pictures.

My stomach turned; the scene was so gruesome! The pictures were of a room of a typical teenage girl splattered with blood. There were some body part scattered on the pink rug as well as bloody handprints on her walls, mirror, and chair. The girl herself was slouched on the bed with a kitchen knife stuck deliberately in the back of her skull.

“Oh shit.” I muttered as I skimmed through the photos. “Do the police have any new reports?”

Private Number: “Do I seem like a cop to u?”

“No, but you do seem like a hacker if you got these photos.” I remarked as I took a second look at the grim photos.

I focused my attention to the girl. On the carpet below the bed there were maroon streaks across the carpet leading to her body. The girl’s legs weren’t hurt badly, so she should have been able to get there just fine…unless she was dragged there after death…

When I looked closer I saw that her body was strewn on the bed in a weird manner (no that I really wanted to look closer). It looked like she had been moving a lot on the bed before she died or something, but there was no blood on random parts of the bed; only around her still figure. So that meant…

“She was thrown onto the bed after she was killed.” I said, wanting input from Astly on whether I was onto something or not.

Private Number: “Why do u say that?”

“Look at the picture; she’s all sprawled across the bed and yet there is only blood seeped in the shape of her figure.” I explained.

Private Number: “Why would they put her on the bed?”

“I don’t know.” I said thoughtfully.

Private Number: “A sign of compassion.” Astly texted a little while later.

“Yeah! They put her onto the bed because they at least cared about her a bit.” I agreed.

Private Number: “They didn’t kill her randomly either. Only someone who had a connection to her could kill her so crazily, stupidly, and mercifully.”

“Or in other words; someone different from you?” I grumbled, referring to all of his past random, anger-driven kills.

Private Number: “Oh haha. Anyway, the killer was a pussy if he put her on the bed. Probably he was just some drunken idiot.”

“Maybe. Also how do you know it’s a he?” I asked, unsure of where he got that information.

Private Number: “The missed slices on the higher part of the wall and the area and strength of the blows of the knife.”

I nodded, seeing what he was referring to. But was there any motive to killing her? It didn’t look like some random killing if the killer had no experience and had mercy on his victim. “Hey, what’s her name?” I asked.

Private Number: “Teresa Reese.”

I then searched the name on what could give me the most information on a person; Facebook. Once I found her I looked at her most recent status updates. Because the identity of the victim had not been released her Teresa’s wall was not covered in status updates, which made navigating easier. I clicked on her description.

After reading her profile I concluded some things. She liked cheer and badminton, she was single, pretty, popular, and posted a lot of selfies. What stood out to me the most however was her comment just about a week ago. “Single and feeling free.” Right afterward there was a comment from someone name Kyle. “Fuck you bitch.” It read.

“Hey Astly, do you think it could be the ex-boyfriend?” I asked, feeling like I was onto something.

Private Number: “Why are you so into this?”

Aw crap, he was getting into this now? “I just want to see what I can do. I’m not saying that I’m Sherlock Holmes, just that I want to see what type of person it could be. This city doesn’t really need two murderers.”

Private Number: “I don’t like it. I thought u were just having fun, but ur better at this than I thought. I’m only going to say this: It was her angry ex-boyfriend jock, Kyle Wolice. You were right Jake. Now stop.”

“How exactly is this ‘having fun’!? I’m not a psychopath. Also, how do you know this?” I asked with suspicion.

Private Number: “I wasn’t sure at first, but u pointed out the proof to me. Teresa actually told me that she was worried about Kyle because he was getting really needy, creepy, and dark. Kyle is also left handed, like the impact of the knife blows, and he always loved Teresa’s hands, which he deliberately lobbed off clumsily. It was him. Now stop.”

Teresa told him!? She knew him and actually trusted him enough to tell him!? I was beginning to think that Astly could be closer than I could imagine. “Why are you just saying this now?” I asked furiously.

Private Number: “Working together with u on something was fun. It was like a date. Also stop yelling your mom is taking a nap on the couch (I have cameras there)”

“Because nothing is more romantic than a homicidal stalker and his stalkee looking at murder pictures together.” I said sarcastically. “Anyway, are you going to tell the police about this?”

Private Number: “I’m not going near the police. Anyway, I don’t even have enough proof against Kyle. All I have is a private conversation between Teresa and I and what you and I already went over.”

“But I can’t do anything either.” I said desperately. “I have the evidence from the pictures as well as a conversation between the victim and you, a guy I don’t know!”

Private Number: “The police will catch on sooner or later. You just have to stay away from Kyle until they do.”

“Fuck no! I’m going to force information out of him and record it!” I yelled, stupidly telling Astly my extremely thoughtless plan.

Private Number: “fuck yes. Curiosity killed the cat Jake, and you’re my fucking cat! Now drop this and let it resolve itself!”

I took a deep angry breath. “It’s obviously not going to resolve itself; this guy could also kill again if he sees that there’s no suspicion towards him. We need more proof against him.”

Private Number: “What ‘we’ need is for u to stay out of it. If u don’t speak to Kyle you’ll be safe.”

“But he could kill more people!”

Private Number: “So could I if u don’t do what I want.”

Shit! Astly was really pissing me off! How could I just simply turn a blind eye towards a killer!? I actually knew who this killer was! “If you know me, than you already know that I’m not going to listen to a thing you just said.”

Private Number: “Alright then; who do you want me to kill next?”

“... Fuck you, asshole.” I snapped.

Private Number: “I'm only doing this because I love you. If it were anyone else I would let them do whatever (hell, even kill themselves). But not you. Never you. I can’t risk having you die; you’re too important to me.”

“…Piece of Shit.” I said halfheartedly, lying on my back on my bed. I was completely stuck. It looked like I would just have to try to rely on the police. I wasn’t about to put even more people in danger by going against what Private Number said.

I lay my phone facedown next to me and stared blankly at my ceiling. I knew myself well enough to know that I wouldn’t just forget or ignore this proof. I needed some way to point proof in Kyle’s direction without getting Astly ticked.

I grabbed my phone, suddenly thinking of an idea. “Astly, why don’t you text a policeman about Kyle? You can remain anonymous and the police will get a lead.” I suggested.

Private Number: “For the last time: let this go. The police might be able to track me, who is also a murderer. I’m not taking that risk.”

I glared at my cell. “You’re willing to let Kyle kill more people?” I questioned.

Private Number: “Duh; I’m a killer. I have no reason to care.”

He was one twisted bastard. “We need to think of something.”

Private Number: “I’m sick of this conversation. No. We. Don’t.”

I thought. I needed a way to get to Astly so he’d cooperate with me. He was the only fucking thing standing between me and getting common suspicion towards Kyle. Astly needed to feel compelled to help.

I smirked. “You do know that the police are going to blame this on you right?  Also, if Kyle gets blamed people could start thinking that he was the one behind every murder. Two murderers in one city is pretty unlikely, so if you could somehow frame Kyle for the other murders too, you would be even safer.”

I was pretty disappointed in myself for suggesting that, but Astly was a murderer who I could control and Kyle wasn’t. Astly also seemed like a much more sane insane person than Kyle.

“…Are you going to answer?” I asked impatiently. Astly was taking too long to answer.

Private Number: “I love u :D. Your brain is just as wonderful as your body.”

I frowned and looked away from the text apprehensively. Ignoring his compliment, I asked: “Does that mean that you’ll get suspicion towards Kyle?”

Private Number: “Suspicion? No. Prison? Yes. I’m going to show the cops so much ‘proof’, that Kyle will b arrested right away.”

“How?” I asked.

Private Number: “That’s my little secret Gorgeous. You’ll find out soon

“Huh?” I muttered in confusion. “What do you mean?” Once I waited a full minute I realized that he had probably left wherever his stalker gear was set up.

I walked downstairs into the living room where my mom was sleeping soundly. Thank goodness she wasn’t awake, or else she would have heard me yelling to myself about murder and constantly cussing to someone who didn’t answer.

“Hey mom?” I whispered softly, crouching down next to the couch.

Mom opened her eyes a little bit and smiled. “Yes Honey?” She slurred sleepily.

“I’m going to take a walk okay? I’ll be super careful and I’ll be back before the sun comes down. Alright?”

Mom frowned. “I don’t know…”

“Please? I really need some fresh air and I’ll bring my phone.” Not that my phone made me feel protected nowadays.

Mom looked me in the eye and then sighed. “Alright then. Just be back before dark, okay? If anything happens please call me.”

“Yes Mom, I will.” I said with a smile. I went up to the door and with a final wave left.

I decided to walk to the park. The park harbored new strange memories, so I probably couldn’t feel as relaxed as I used to. The swings swayed emptily on the playground, not having been used in a while.

I stepped through the small playground gate and stepped across the woodchips towards the swings. Because the playground was normally so full of kids, I normally wasn’t able to just walk inside the playground without kids looking at me like I was mental and parents looking at me like I might injure their babies. It was nice, but it was also creepy.

I sat down on a cold swing and started lightly swaying on it. I exhaled a breath in relaxation. Private Number probably didn’t know that I was here and that made me feel at ease. It’s pretty hard to relax when an in-love psychopath is watching you day in and day out.

I looked at the sky that was slowly turning pink and orange because of the setting sun. I cleared my mind and thought of what the clouds looked like; I felt so calm.

“Hey, can I sit here?” The voice of a man asked. I drowsily glanced at the teenage guy who was standing beside the swing next to me.

“Of course; this is a public park.” I said, turning my head back to the sky as the stranger sat on the swing besides me.

“Hey, you go to the same school as me right? Prest High School?” The newcomer asked.

I internally groaned to myself. I didn’t come to the park to just be bugged by more people. “Yeah.” I replied bluntly, hoping to bore him.

“Freaky shit is going down there, huh?” The boy sighed.

“Yeah, freaky shit.” I agreed absently, still gazing at the darkening sky.

“Do you think that sports will be cancelled?” He asked.

“I have no idea, I don’t play sports.” I said with just a hint of irritation.

“Are you sure? There’s a football team that could need a water boy.”

Was he fucking kidding? If he was just going to make fun of me he could eat shit. “No, and I’m not even remotely interested.” I grinded.

“Oh come on.” He sang annoyingly. “You’re too weak looking to play on the team, but you look like you have enough muscle to cheerlead or something.”

I swung my head in his direction angrily. However, I kept my cool and calmly said: “I just want to fucking sit on this damn swing in fucking silence, I didn’t ask for you to come here and make shitty comments. I don’t even know your damn name.” What? I didn’t say that my cool consisted of me playing nice.

The guy narrowed his eyes a bit. “Well, the name’s Kyle Wolice; left fielder on the varsity football team, though you should know that if you’re anyone significant.” He laughed. “I guess you’re not significant at all.”

His insults really sucked. I was about to suggest that he fucking leave again when something he said struck me. My eyes widened in fear. Did he just say he was Kyle Wolice?

Kyle saw the realization and fear in my eyes and smirked. “Oh, so now you know who I am. Also, why don’t you apologize for your rude comments; I only made an honest suggestion and out flipped out. Why don’t we start over by you giving me some cash? If you do, I’ll pretend that I never met the boy who told me he wanted to be a cheerleader.”

Luckily Kyle misunderstood my fear. Unluckily, I didn’t have any money to get him off my back. I felt a cold sweat begin to form on my brow.

“I don’t have any money.” I croaked. “Let’s just forget about this. I was out of line.”

Kyles eyes flashed angrily. His eyes really did look like those of an insane person. He grabbed my arm before I could do anything. “No, no, no; it’s too late to back out now.” He smiled brokenly. “I just need some cash. I know you’re holding out on me.”

I needed to find a way to get out of this. Kyle was dangerous and could snap at any time. If I didn’t get out of there soon, I would end up like Teresa Reese; chopped to bits and splattered across a room… or playground, to be precise.

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