He sat thinking on a bench in the park, right behind the tree. This hid him from the people's view. Not that anyone would see him at this time in the night. But the paranoia inside him always made him extra aware and extra careful even when doing most trivial of the chores. He thrived on anonymity. It was like nutrition for his psyche. Even the slightest hints of recognition from people unnerved him and he quickly disappeared when confronted with such situations. The condo in which he lived had no tell tale signs of occupation. He bought everything on his own from the super market. He didn't even have a newspaper subscription. He though it would attract unnecessary attention if he went out for a few days and the newspapers kept accumulating. Such was the meticulousness of his thoughts.
His sense of awareness was at its most heightened state. It was the first time that he had committed a mistake and now he feared being discovered. His victim had escaped. He cursed himself for not being extra careful while handling her. He chewed onto his lips as he got up and walked at a frantic pace looking around for the girl. The taste of blood inside his mouth had a therapeutic effect on him. It calmed him. He chewed the inside of his lips even harder, the pain and the fear made him feel mortal. He took the right from the park's exit. "Think, where could she have gone in such a state.", he told himself. He had made shallow cuts all over her legs with the special blades he had himself created. Earlier, the State Police Department had found bodies of two victims on separate occasions. Both were girls in their twenties. The autopsy had revealed the cause of death due to extreme blood loss and trauma. The common thing between them was that their whole body had shallow cuts, which were made in a particular fashion. Almost art like.
Along with the bodies the police had also found similar kind of notes, the one with the last victim read;
"To what people call the end, I call it just the beginning,
The lives worthless, have ended in glory,
For vain bodies have been converted into pieces of art,
And this be just the beginning, and the morgue's will be full in no time.
For soon, I shall give the world my next masterpiece."
-- divinus artificem
In the meanwhile, back at the bureau Special Agent Melissa Rovers flipped the note over and over. Something was gravely wrong here she felt. Just then Agent Vincent knocked at her cabin door.
"Boss, I think you will want to take a look at this. The surveillance department just found something. And they believe it might be connected with the twin murders."
...to be continued...
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