In The Dead of Night Book 1 & 2

Chapter One

             

                                                          

                                                             CHAPTER ONE

Everything started when I was sixteen, people always joked how I had a very dark sense of humor. Had they known the sick twisted thoughts I had, they would not have been joking with me. They would have locked me up right then a there; however, I had always been remarkably good at hiding my thoughts, my emotions, and my desires. I was good at lurking in the shadows watching, listening, studying others; they never saw me nor did they hear me.

I had been bullied my entire life, going through school I was labeled an outcast, because I was different. I was always shorter than most and very thin, making me a walking target for anyone with an oversized ego and desire to appear as a bad ass. I took all the abuse, both psychological as well as physical, all through grade school as well as middle school. I took it all, but kept a list of everyone involved. When I hit high school, I had been working out heavily all summer and continued while in school. I became very reclusive, managing to be a nobody.

By my sixteenth birthday I was 6'2 weighting one hundred ninety pounds, very fit though, I kept this hidden under baggy clothing. I had no desire to impress the girls; my psychological state was far darker. I had taken a serious interest in science, learning everything I could about chemicals and reactions that they can cause to the human body. I also studied the human body in great detail; I spent a lot of time on the internet reading anything I could on forensics. Nobody ever kept track of my comings and goings, they could care less what I was doing.

After months of studying, I decided the time had come. Every dark thought and fantasy I had since I was a child was about to come flooding back to me. Lying in my bed, I opened the crumpled old, dirty list of names I had been compiling all these years. I felt my heart beating so hard I could hear it. I read the first name on the list, Tyler Stafford, memories came flooding back like a volcano erupting. I felt myself begin to tremble with anger and hatred, my eyes burned from staring so intensely at the name. I followed him for three weeks watching him, studying him.

Tyler was the lead quarter back of our school football team, typical jock skating through school on his athletic ability. Dating the head cheerleader, Stacey McCormick. Stacey had a habit of sneaking out of her house and meeting Tyler at the football field, under the bleachers to have sex almost every night. I always got there first, sitting in the shadows watching them the entire time. Then after three weeks of this routine, I arrived early as always waiting in the shadows under the bleachers.

I stood quietly listening to the sound of the crickets in the field, it was still hot out that night, the sweat dripping from my chin and running down my back. My heart was racing in my chest, the adrenalin was higher than I had ever experienced. As I watched Tyler walking towards the bleachers, he stepped over the bars entering under the bleachers. Working his way to the center, that’s where they always met, he stood there no more than three feet from me and never felt my presence behind him. I was barefoot as to help me move quieter; I could feel the warm blades of grass under my feet and the moist dirt from the sprinklers that watered the field earlier squishing between my toes.

My breathing, oh so shallow, it excited me how close I was to him and he had no idea all the times I had watched him have sex with Stacey, he never knew I could step forward and snap his neck with such ease and he would never see it coming, but that was far too easy for him and would go by too quickly. My plans I had for him were far more lengthy and brutal, some may even say sadistic, but this would be my first kill. I wanted to take my time and enjoy every minute of it.