To Know a Killer

It was unusual for a chosen companion to remain so oblivious to his overtures. She had been chosen as the one to reap the full implications of his work, her beauty and blood the final gloss to his art.

But she did not cooperate. Indeed, she often disappeared when he was prepared to bring her with him to his lair. He had the plans to her apartment complex, but those did not show the exit she used during those times.

He had sensed she was close to her breaking point, along with the pitiful minions with whom she worked. Naturally, she was far more affected by his actions than they would ever display. Heartless, callous, unfeeling. Such words could never be applied to her, his princess.

He looked over the displays, the scrawled writings on each wall. Susan Anderson. Alexandra Morris. Richard Brown. Andrew Thompson.

How could she not see him reaching out for her? She would have to be transformed, like the rest, to release her from her oblivious shell. Only then would she see him calling her name.

Stephanie Brown. Ian Somerson. Daniel Harris. Luke Perryton. Erica Green.

Only then would she find her place, body broken, eyes glazed with beauty and horror.