Good Evening, Mr. Carter

Chapter 13

(Present Day)

"Mr. Carter, my drink is almost empty and it is one in the morning. What else must you say? You already confessed to the murders of the four women."

"I'm disappointed in you, Ms. Lee" He said as he shrugged his shoulder, setting down his glass of whiskey on the table in front of him, "If you do not wish to hear the rest, then what can a man do? I shall not force you to listen, nor will I know continue when you have shown such disinterest."

An eerie feeling lurked throughout the darkened room, the only light that was on was in the room where we sat. As I looked to my right where the kitchen was, all I could see was darkness. And the window on the other side of me, I could see the city lights shining below, but no noise could be heard from this far up.

"Ms. Lee" I turned back towards Mr. Carter, who stood up from his seat, "I will be right back, I must give you something before you leave." As he left the room, I wanted to run away. But when I tried to stand up, something pushed me back down. Was it me? Did I really want to stay? Was my mind keeping me from leaving? He is a murder. What if he murders me?

I turned towards the kitchen when I heard Mr. Carter's footsteps, he had returned with a book, "Here, Ms. Lee. A book I had written for this exact moment." Mr. Carter sat back down, setting the maroon colored book on the table, "When god had given me my next purpose in this life, I knew what I must complete before the time had come. To spread to the word of god, by writing this novel." Mr. Carter smiled, "Thank you, oh I am rather happy, if I must say."

"Mr. Carter, you won't be a free man once I arrest you, you know that?" I hesitated to say these words and as I saw his reaction, I could not speak any further.

He was smiling, but not only that, something was in his hand that I could not make out. "But that is where you are wrong, my dear friend. From now on, I will finally be a free man"

"Mr. Carter, what do you-" I felt my heart drop as the light shinned on what he was holding in his hand. "No" I felt my voice start to shake, "No, Wait" What scared me the most, was how calm this man had become.

"Ms. Lee, you have lived your purpose in life. Just like I have. Meaning from now on, there will be no reason for you to live. The drive inside you that kept you going, kept you alive- was me. You are mine, and now that our souls have been reunited, when I leave, you will shortly fall into a deep despair." Mr. Carter was now holding this small wooden handgun to his head, "There are two bullets in here, and I will use only one. Good bye, my soulmate."

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The wine glass that I was holding dropped to the ground as his gun went off. The only thing I could do, was scream the words 'No' repeatedly. As I looked down at the ground, I could see his blood on me. The color red. I love the color red. It reminds me of the devil, a fallen angel from the high heavens. An angel that challenged his god- a god that one cannot call a god. A god that has the power to destroy all evil, yet will not. Can one even call that a real god?

I looked down at my hand that had finally stopped shaking, when had I grabbed the gun? I thought I saw it lying on the floor just a moment ago? I had moved places, now standing right next to his remans.

I lived for him. From this moment on, I will hold no value in this thing humans call life. Was- was he god?

I looked down at the book that he placed on the table, the words on the front cover, what. What did this mean?

Who am I? How did he know these events were going to occur? Was he really this- this thing that he claimed to be? If he is, truly, then truly, I will have no purpose, no desire to live from here on out. I must die. I must die. If I do, maybe I will see him again. Then I will know the truth.

But what if there is no after life? What if when you die- you just die. There is only blackness.

If what he said was true- then god is the ultimate evil. The one who sent evil down to this earth.

god is the devil. and the devil is god.

My grip tightened, and the gun I held was now placed against my head. I am thirty two years old. 

And my life, has now come to an end.