Harlequin
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Category:
Horror/Thriller › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
2,347
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Little Things
Harlequin put down the telephone on the desk of the counter next to one of the CCTV monitors. Why would anyone act like such an idiot? More relevantly, how could anyone be so irritating? No one asked their murderer what type of music they enjoyed. Stupid question. Stupid, stupid, stupid, and confusing.
Then again, his interactions with people were largely limited to the irrational and bizarre things they did in their last hours. That, and grocery shopping. The murders paid for themselves--he found enough money by robbing his dead victims blind to build an electric generator, stay clothed, eat. There was also a seemingly endless supply of instant coffee in the hospital; when he watched his prisoners, he often drank several cups of the stuff to stay awake. He couldn't miss a thing. Besides--what if they needed him? At least for the next day, Meagan's needs outstripped his own. Perhaps even the needs of the other man here.
What did he need? He sat alone in the control room, in a black hooded sweatshirt and jeans, sipping the bitter coffee and gnawing anxiously on a day-old baguette as he watched Meagan pacing through the halls. He needed food. Clothing. Cleanliness. Sometimes sleep. Everything else was his life as Harlequin, a creative and cruel serial killer, flat and simple to his victims. Why be anything else?
He kept watching Meagan on the CCTV, making her way down the hall that led to the door outside, into rain and freedom and other glories. Turn the other way, he begged. Come on. As if listening to him still, like a misguided child lost in the woods, she turned away and took a route that led deeper into the facility.
That's right. You're mine.
**author's note: I know this is a seriously short snippet, but we'll find out more about the Harlequin and the setting in general later on. Also, I'll probably write another fuller chapter today, but I really liked this section on its own, so in the interests of the story, I let it stand by itself.**
**second author's note: edit for missing end italics tag, sorry.
Then again, his interactions with people were largely limited to the irrational and bizarre things they did in their last hours. That, and grocery shopping. The murders paid for themselves--he found enough money by robbing his dead victims blind to build an electric generator, stay clothed, eat. There was also a seemingly endless supply of instant coffee in the hospital; when he watched his prisoners, he often drank several cups of the stuff to stay awake. He couldn't miss a thing. Besides--what if they needed him? At least for the next day, Meagan's needs outstripped his own. Perhaps even the needs of the other man here.
What did he need? He sat alone in the control room, in a black hooded sweatshirt and jeans, sipping the bitter coffee and gnawing anxiously on a day-old baguette as he watched Meagan pacing through the halls. He needed food. Clothing. Cleanliness. Sometimes sleep. Everything else was his life as Harlequin, a creative and cruel serial killer, flat and simple to his victims. Why be anything else?
He kept watching Meagan on the CCTV, making her way down the hall that led to the door outside, into rain and freedom and other glories. Turn the other way, he begged. Come on. As if listening to him still, like a misguided child lost in the woods, she turned away and took a route that led deeper into the facility.
That's right. You're mine.
**author's note: I know this is a seriously short snippet, but we'll find out more about the Harlequin and the setting in general later on. Also, I'll probably write another fuller chapter today, but I really liked this section on its own, so in the interests of the story, I let it stand by itself.**
**second author's note: edit for missing end italics tag, sorry.