Captive Ape

Fiction

Beautiful Night

By Sanguinary Red

The night is beautiful.

There is no other way to describe it. The night becomes a mixture of black and deep blue, covering the world in a shroud of darkness. In the city, the decaying orange lights try to blot out the darkness but only succeed in hiding the stars from human sight. Steam rises from the sewer grates, creating cover for all sorts of evil. Human monsters hide in every street corner, in every alley and in every shadowed corner of this city. The smell of blood, sweat and despair fills the air.

This is my world and I love it.

I am one of those monsters that you read about in the papers, see on the TV or hear about on the radio. I'm sure that you've heard about my handy work as well. Twelve in two weeks. A new record for me.

I've been collecting my press clippings. Can't help it you see. It's so
exciting to see where they're all wrong. Don't mind my quoting of them.

'Obviously the work of a deranged killer let loose by bleeding hearts and allowed to wreak havoc on our city streets.' I laugh when I read this. I've never been in a prison except for that time in forth grade when we took a tour of the empty cells in the local jail.

'.a crazed psychopath clearly in need of help. The killings are ways of
calling for someone, anyone, to try and understand this twisted soul.' Nope. Sorry. I agree with the psychopath part, even though I am more of a sociopath. But a cry for help? Quite the contrary, I'd rather go about killing like I am now. I rather enjoy the feel of blood on my hands and the screams of my victims.

'.a misunderstood individual, shunned by both peers and family.' Not at all. I was well respected by my peers as a leader. And my family? My parents get letters and phone calls weekly. They have no idea what I'm doing, but they love me just the same.

'.the product of the shambles of the American family.' Irony? I'm not
American. Canadian in fact. And my life was perfect. Two loving parents; one male, one female; a little sister and a dog. Can we say 'The American Dream'? You should have seen the Christmas card pictures.

'.the remains of the victims suggest the residue of a tainted mind looking
for acceptance in a world that offers none.' I'm not looking for acceptance. If I were, I would do something conforming towards society's rules. What I'm doing is having a bit of fun in my spare time and creating some panic.

But the funniest one is the 'description' of the 'The Hacker'. 'He stands
about five foot eleven, white with blond hair and blue eyes.'

I'm actually five foot seven with brown hair and brown eyes. My skin is white, but this is the really kicker.

I'm female.

And thank you for listening to my rambles. I can see from the look in your eyes that you'd give anything to be at home with your boyfriend or husband or whatever you hold dear.

It's not that I hate you. You just happened to be walking in the wrong place at the wrong time. That's who most of kill are; people in the wrong place at the wrong time. You can scream all you want in here. No one ever comes by this way.

And the newspapers have got the death toll wrong as well. Twelve? Really, I have much higher standards than that. Look to your right.

Ah! You finally see it don't you. My collection of bodies. There must be about a hundred or so in that pile. It's amazing how quickly you can kill a hundred people. I sometimes take four or five per day.

You're my new record, eight in one day. I've been a busy little girl today. But now, the fun begins. I hope you're a good screamer.

It's more fun when they scream.