I have been a little
busy this week, dear readers. I attended a conference this weekend and I killed
a young woman working at the hotel. She didn't do anything particularly wrong,
I was just really bored between sessions. There's only so much you can do when
you're stuck in a hotel waiting for yet another lecture from yet another
stuffed shirt who doesn't quite know what he's talking about.
Killing people in
hotels is difficult. I don't know if you've ever thought about it but you
cannot be spontaneous; these kills take careful planning. Unlike victims number
501 through 503. Those kills were nostalgically easy. Like, rat poison in the
tea in line at Starbucks, run you over on your morning jog, and take your head
off with a tire iron behind the gas station, easy.
Hotel kills are hard.
There is security
everywhere, you need a key for basically every room, and you are watched every
second you're in that building. Except in the private rooms and some of the
staff areas. For this kill - for me - it didn't matter so much that it was
creative, or that the body was never found; I just wanted her dead. I was very
careful about finding exactly where all of the security cameras were on the
floor below mine. Not too many, it would be easy to slip through the hallways
and into a room with relative subtlety.
Plus, the hotel gave
me an early birthday present: one of the elevators was under repair and there
were men working on it while I was there. It was fate. Or a poorly managed
hotel, one of the two.
Because I was on a
nostalgia kick I decided to go a little bloody and messy. Knife. Not the
easiest kill but I do love working with my hands on occasion. So, I made a
point of talking to both of the maids working on the floor, asking for extra
towels, that sort of thing, and I followed the first woman into a room on my
way out - obviously to ask for more toilet paper.
When she turned her
back to me, I drove the steak knife I'd swiped from dinner into her spine and
watched her drop to the floor in shock. I don't think I hit the nerve I was
aiming for but she did begin to bleed out. She was a small woman, elderly with
kind eyes. I found it difficult to understand her English but she was very
friendly. Even when the lights went out - so slowly, I was starting to get bored
- she didn't look angry or sad like so many of my victims. She seemed...at
peace. It was refreshing.
Thank god I packed an
extra suitcase because she fit inside the empty one with very little bone
breakage, I zipped her up and went on my way.
I rode the elevator up
to the top floor, walked over to the elevator currently under construction,
very quickly opened the doors, unzipped my suitcase and let her fall. It was
all over in maybe a matter of ten minutes.
And it was
surprisingly satisfying. I know I've said I like the long, drawn out kills but
this one was new for me. I've never been so close to the danger of being caught
- not in a long time anyways. That part was thrilling as hell. I cannot wait to
do it again.
From what I heard from
my co-workers on Monday morning, they found her body on the 8th floor. And the
12th and the 3rd. The cameras just happened to be malfunctioning on the top
floor - which I honestly had nothing to do with; like I said: Christmas - so
there was no way to tell what actually happened to her. They're thinking she
killed herself and because the body is in pieces there's no real way to find
the cause of death.
Although I heard one
man complaining to the front desk that the bottle of wine they'd ordered the
night before had dropped and spilled everywhere, creating a large, red stain on
the carpet.
Oops.
I rather enjoyed this
kill. It was a little old school and it was certainly a little stressful and
dramatic but it was fun. Made me feel kind of like an assassin. Not that I ever
would become an assassin. No real freedom. They're so limited by who hires them
to do the kills. I don't like those kind of restrictions. But for a while, it
was nice to pretend.
And now I'm back to
reality and I have to deal with the troubles of being me. As we all do.
As always, dear
readers,
Stay Safe
This is a work of fiction. And persons or events with familiarity to real life are incidental and unintentional.