perfect serial killing

Tittle: Perfect serial killing
Author: Coriander
AN: This story was inspired by this episode of law and order, but all the characters and the plot itself is completely original. this is kind of a dark fic, I'm giving fair warinig. Probably the darkest thing I've ever written. I don't have a beta so there might be some mistakes. Go easy on me ^_^ Ja!

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Linda Jones pulled into her drive way with a relieved sigh. After working 3 shifts at the hospital, she was positively exhausted. She said her usual prayer of thanks for arriving home safely, before making her way out of the car.

Before she had a chance to close the car door, someone grabbed her from behind, and put a cloth over her mouth and nose. She realized that she was being drugged and begun to fight back, to no avail. The man behind her felt huge and the realization that she had no fighting chance came right before she lost consciousness.

When she woke up, she found herself on the ground, hands tied behind her back, and she was leaning on a damp wall. She shook her the remaining dizziness, and looked around. It looked like some kind of back alley. She gagged at the smell old garbage and bodily fluids. She thought about screaming for help, but she had a rag over her face. Besides, she doubted that anyone would hear her. The city was eerily silent. At this time of night, there was probably no one around to hear her.

She wondered what this was about. If this was a kidnapping for money, it wasn’t very well thought out. She was the only one of her family to have a successful career. It would have made more sense to kidnap one of her siblings or her boyfriend and get the ransom from her. Besides, what kind of kidnapper held their hostage in a back alley anyway? Was it rape? That seemed more likely, but again, he could have just forced her into the house to do it. Unless the person had some sort of back alley fetish. But why would this man go through all of this trouble?

Part of her marveled at her ability to still think logically when she was in such a state of panic. She could die here. She never thought that this would happen to her. She was a nice person. She went to church every Sunday, prayed in the morning when she woke up, and at night before she went to sleep. She did charity work, made donations, was nice to the elderly, took care of her family. She couldn’t think of anyone who could hold a grudge against her.

Suddenly, she heard a noise. She gasped and turned towards it. It was really dark, so the far corners of the alley were completely dark. Then the sounds of footsteps coming closer sounded in the silence of the night. As he got closer, she could decipher the outline of a man. He stood at least six feet and some inches tall and had the physic of a body builder. He must weight at least 300 pounds.

“Linda Jones?” she jumped at the man’s voice. She was trembling with fear. She made a small sound of fear.

The man bent down, and reached over to her. She flinched back and hit her head against the wall
behind her. He paused.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to pull the gag down, but if you scream, I’ll hit you over the head and knock you out. I’ll keep doing it until you become more agreeable. Do you understand?”

She nodded. The calmer part of her noticed that he had a very pleasant and trustworthy voice. Usually a voice like that wouldn’t make her feel threatened, but the man had kidnapped her and had threatened her with physical violence, which goes to show you can’t trust things like that.

He reached towards her again and lowered her gag. She immediately started talking.

“Please, what do you want? Please let me go, I have money, we’ll go to an ATM machine and withdraw as much money as you want, just please let me go, please!” she started to cry.

“Is your name Linda Jones?” He asked.

“Yes, how did you know?” she was really confused.

“I’m going to ask you a few questions. First of all, I want to know your debit card code.”

“Oh! It’s 1123. Take all the money you want, please. Just let me go, please.” She felt hope. Maybe the guy just wanted her money after all.

“Alright. I hope you’re not lying to me now. I plan on drugging you again before I go get the money. Now I don’t like to hurt ppl, but I will if I have to.”

He still sounded as pleasant as ever, even a bit teasing, as if he was talking to a friend, not a hostage.

“I’m not lying I swear!” she’d stop crying, but her voice was still trembling.

“Very well. Now I want you to think back a couple of years. Do you remember the name Jason Kingsley?”

‘who’ she thought. ‘that name sounds familiar… Oh!’

“Yeah I remember. I was one of the jurors for the case involving his death. They tried to send 3 good cops to jail because they didn’t get there fast enough to help him. What about him?”

She was confused. What about that fag? If there was one thing she couldn’t tolerate, it was homosexuality. She remembered that trial well.

“And was the verdict that the jury had decided upon?” He asked, his voice still pleasant.

“Guilty, of course.” She sounded pleased with herself, and a bit confused as well.

She remembered the interview that she had gone through. They’d ask her how she felt about those abominations. She’d lied of course, and said that they were all people, just like her. She suspected that the other jurors had done the same. She knew it had been her chance to do God’s work. It had been her chance to make sure that good people did not go to jail for doing exactly what she would have done in their place.

She felt no guilt about it. Homosexuals weren’t human beings like her. They were abominations, and they had to be exterminated in the name of God.

“Well, Linda Jones, today you stand trial. Just like Jason Kingsley did that day.” She felt a shiver of fear. His voice was no longer pleasant. It was downright frightening, and she once again begun to fear for her life.

“Don’t fool yourself into thinking that those cops were the ones standing trial that day. Jason, along with every person who had ever been killed for being different by someone else’s standards. But most importantly, every homosexual who had ever been killed for being who they are, had been judged that day. Their right to be free to be who they want to be, their right do what they want to do without hurting anyone else, their right to be alive was put into question.

“And you, the jury, found them undeserving of that freedom. You condemned them all to death. With your verdict, you declared that it was ok to kill them, or let them die just because they are different from you. Just because you don’t like what they do, despite the fact that it doesn’t hurt you in the least.

“And now, today, you are being judged. Linda Jones, I today find you guilty of murder. The murder of every homosexual who were killed since that trial, and didn’t get justice. What do you have to say for
yourself?”

She had stopped crying half way through his speech. She realized that she was most likely going to die in this alley. Then she understood why she was here. That Kingsley guy had died in an alley like this. She realized that she had a choice. She could either pretend to be repentant, beg for forgiveness, and maybe get out of this alive, or she could stand her ground, defend her beliefs, and die for sure here. She thought about becoming a martyr, and wondered if he would leave some clue as to why he had killed her here.

“I don’t care if you kill me here. I stand by my belief. I did it in the name of God, and I have no regrets. Homosexuality is an abomination that needs to be cleaned out of this world. I’m positive that God was grateful to me, and will watch out for me.” She said wconfconfidence.

“Well if you are right, then your God will some how save you from the gunshot wounds I’m about to inflict upon you right? And he will also stop me from taking out all of your money, and making a huge donation to the homosexual community, and stop me from using the rest of it to help in my quest to purge to world from people like you. Am I right?”

The pleasantly joking voice from before had turned into a cruel, and mocking one that was scaring her out of her wits. She felt her self start to cry again as her straining bladder gave out on her. She felt so humiliated. She tried to make herself feel better by reassuring herself that even if she died here, it was for a good cause. God would reward her soul for sure. But her body didn’t seem to care about rewards, it was scared, and wanted to flee.

“Oh, and by the way, I thought you should know that you are the last one left. The last of those twelve jurors I mean. I don’t think anyone’s noticed yet, since I planned it all so beautifully, but if you think that I’m going to get caught like those other loser serial killers, you’re wrong. Over this past week, they’ve all gone missing, and there has been no police activity towards finding them. They will all be found later today of course. You will all be found together.” He laughed maliciously.

Suddenly he turned on a flashlight and shone it against the wall across from her. She gasped as she saw the corpse of a man with dried up blood all of his face. Thanks to the flashlight, she could see the small bullet hole in his head. He moved the flashlight over and there was another corpse. This one’s face was blown off, probably shot with a shotgun. The flash light kept moving showing a different corpse, each with some kind of bullet wound to the head. By the time he got to the last corpse, she had vomited all over herself, and was hyperventilating with tears streaming down her face.

“Not feeling as brave and sure of yourself now are you?” He smirked as he held the light to her face.

“Wait! She yelled. You said you weren’t going to kill me! Please just let me go, I won’t tell anyone about this I swear!” She began to sob again. He raised an eyebrow. Was she serious?

“Oh yeah. Eh, I forgot about that. Well obviously, I lied.” He smirked.

He raised the other hand that was holding the gun and paused for a moment, enjoy the look of panic on her face. He saw that she was about to start screaming, and pulled the trigger. He watched as blood started streaming out of the small hole in her forehead. He wondered if he should shot her one more time. It was rare, but not unheard of for people to survive getting shot in the head.

He had not bothered with the others since he had planned on hiding them for a while, and by the time they would be found, it would be too late. He shrugged. Actually, they might not be found for a couple of days still. He’d chosen this location because it was extremely isolated. He’d watched the place for days, and sometime weeks would pass before anyone went anywhere near it, especially around this time of the year.

He put another bullet in just in case. Then he strolled out of the alley towards his bike. He put on his helmet, got onto the bike and drove away. He stopped when he got to the river and threw the gun in. It was probably joining the other three guns that he had used. He supposed that the Cops would find them if they really wanted to, but he didn’t care. There was nothing linking him to any of those guns. They had all come from his victims.

He pulled a debit card from his pocket. He’d place a label on the back of it with the password written on it. He spied an old homeless man on the bench a few feet away from him. He walked over and placed the card in one of the guy’s pockets which were holding a pack of cigarettes. He shook his head. It amazed him how people with no home and were poor as dirt could still afford to have expansive bad habits. The money spent on the cigarettes could have gone towards a couple of meals at a fast food joint. He shrugged, and walked away.

He looked up at thy. Iy. It was still pitch black out. The only light sources in this part of town were the stars. There was no moon. This had been the perfect night to carry out his plan. He walked back towards the bike. He turned off the lights, left the keys in the ignition, and proceeded to push it into the water. Again, he didn’t worry about it linking back to him. No one knew he could ride a bike, and the bike had belonged to one of his victims.

Despite the low visibility, he began walking with total confidence in his knowledge of his surroundings. After fifteen minutes, he reached his car and got in. He turned the car on, and proceeded to drive home.

He smiled to himself. He’d done what he had set his mind to do. He’d started the process. It was a self appointed job with very little rewards, but someone had to do it. Someone had to look out for the gay community, and so far no one had stepped up to the plate. Until now that is. He hadn’t left any memo, but he knew they’d figure it out. Especially when the others started dropping dead too.

Just like all those self righteous bigots thought that it was their job to purge the world clean from homosexuality, he felt that it was his job to cleanse the world from those who would hurt his fellow men just because of who they were. He wouldn’t go after all homophobes; that would be impossible, if not damn right hypocritical of him. After all he couldn’t punish people from having their opinions. It was ok to find certain things distasteful. Everyone had things that they found distasteful. He couldn’t stand people who chewed with their mouth open; it didn’t mean that he was going to go on a killing spree over it.

No, he was going after those who actively went out of their way to persecute the gay community. The gay bashers mainly. More specifically, those who had hurt another for his or her preference and had gotten away with it. But first, he’d make the most prominent statement by killing those involved in the most famous case; the Kingsley case where a good cop was left to die by his fellow cops because he had been gay.

He had to take his time with them however. They are cops after all; it wouldn’t be that easy to kidnap them. He’d have to get creative with this one. He wasn’t worried though. He’d figure it out somehow. They would all pay. They would learn to respect human life the hard way. The peaceful way was taking too long, and he couldn’t stand it anymore.

The injustice that his people suffered had always bothered him, but he’d finally snapped when his soul mate had died. Jason had been a beautiful man inside and out; a wonderful lover, friend and son. Everyone had adored him. He hadn’t deserved to have not only died, but have his death spat on by the community he had been sworn to serve and protect. He had at least deserved justice for his death against all of those responsible.

No matter, they would all pay for it. He wasn’t sure that he would kill all of them. Maybe he’d permanently maim some of them. A few burnt faces and broken spinal cords could do nicely. A faith worst then death so to speak. But they’d all get what was coming to them sooner or later.

The greatest part of the whole thing was that no one would believe it if the cops tried to tied it all to him somehow. He’d never shown anything more than grief at the death of his partner. He hadn’t even attended the trials. He’d heard about it afterwards, but throughout the entire thing, he’d been locked up in his room, only coming out to visit the kitchen and the bathroom.

When they’d told him about what had happened at the trial afterwards, he’d only shown mild grief, and then resignation. But inside, he’d been seething. How dared they? But he was a calculating man, and had started planning right away. Planning his revenge. When he got home, he started a fire in the fireplace, and then placed all of his clothes, including his shoes in the fire. He laid on the couch, naked, and stared at the fire.

He was loaning his car out to his sister the next day and knew that she would take it to the carwash. His car was always a mess, and whenever she borrowed it, she always took it to the carwash. Everything was taken care of. They had no way of linking anything back to him. He’d committed the perfect crime. He smiled happily to himself. Jason would most likely not approve, he thought with a snort.

He closed his eyes, and joined his lover in his dreams.

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