Diaries of a Serial Killer
July 7, 2004; 2:47pm,
[I]I had a busy day today at the station. I couldn't believe the shift Captain had wanted me to conduct a 2hr patrol of Merris Creek Park. The park was once a nice place for the neighborhood children to play until the day those damn drug dealers had moved and started hanging around the area selling their drugs.
I arrived at the park in my squad car and the park had been empty until I noticed a group of guys in the treeline who seemed to be up to no good. Looks as if they were selling drugs to a prostitute who had happened to find her way inside to join the rest of the scum that had plagued the park. They handed her something and she left. Then two of the guys left, seeming to leave the main dealer alone.
Ahhh yes. Alone he was, as so was I. I got out of my car and walked along the tree line. He never seen it coming. I pulled out my flashlight and crashed it over his head as I came up from behind.
He fell foward amazingly enough still holding onto his drug pipe. Stupid little prick. Doesn't he know drugs kill? Doesn't he know I kill?
As he fell to the ground, I gave him a swift kick to the face with my steal toed boot. Little white fragments of teeth soiled with blood fell to the grass covered ground. He was gasping, gasping for air, gasping for life as it slowly slipt from his reach.
As I knelt down I picked up his neck and and with a swift twist of his neck, the city was one less drug dealer. I put him in the back of my patrol car trunk and drove him out to an abandoned warehouse where I stuck I nail in his chest with a letter attached reading Drugs Kill, and so do I.
Later at the end of my patrol shift the Captain had announced that a body had been found dead with a note attached as did the last 7. The Police Chief had announced to the news that a serial killer had made another victim of the city's criminal element.
[I]I had a busy day today at the station. I couldn't believe the shift Captain had wanted me to conduct a 2hr patrol of Merris Creek Park. The park was once a nice place for the neighborhood children to play until the day those damn drug dealers had moved and started hanging around the area selling their drugs.
I arrived at the park in my squad car and the park had been empty until I noticed a group of guys in the treeline who seemed to be up to no good. Looks as if they were selling drugs to a prostitute who had happened to find her way inside to join the rest of the scum that had plagued the park. They handed her something and she left. Then two of the guys left, seeming to leave the main dealer alone.
Ahhh yes. Alone he was, as so was I. I got out of my car and walked along the tree line. He never seen it coming. I pulled out my flashlight and crashed it over his head as I came up from behind.
He fell foward amazingly enough still holding onto his drug pipe. Stupid little prick. Doesn't he know drugs kill? Doesn't he know I kill?
As he fell to the ground, I gave him a swift kick to the face with my steal toed boot. Little white fragments of teeth soiled with blood fell to the grass covered ground. He was gasping, gasping for air, gasping for life as it slowly slipt from his reach.
As I knelt down I picked up his neck and and with a swift twist of his neck, the city was one less drug dealer. I put him in the back of my patrol car trunk and drove him out to an abandoned warehouse where I stuck I nail in his chest with a letter attached reading Drugs Kill, and so do I.
Later at the end of my patrol shift the Captain had announced that a body had been found dead with a note attached as did the last 7. The Police Chief had announced to the news that a serial killer had made another victim of the city's criminal element.