A Love to Kill

Here's a little more blood, 'cause I know you guys crave it ;) A Love to Kill is almost over! Can you believe it? I wanted to finish before school came back but oh well. I was pretty close. Thank you everyone for all the comments and votes, it means a lot, and please keep them coming!

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Rodger waited until Dawn's eyes closed again. By then darkness had covered the world in a shimmering veil once again. Lately, it seemed like the nights were longer than the days.  Rodger kissed Dawn's hand again, and placed it on her chest. More than anything in the world he didn't want to leave her. But he had to. He'd be back before she'd wake up. Rodger touched her cheek and sighed. Every moment with her was so precious. He couldn't imagine his life without her.

However, there was business to take care of. So Rodger snatched up the key beside Dawn, and called a taxi, since his car was still at her apartment. He hoped that it hadn't gotten towed because of some annoyed neighbor. His brain still felt unusually empty. It was as though all of his thoughts evaporated before he could acknowledge them. He felt alone for the first time in his life. Rodger smiled out the window. Loneliness was such a human emotion. Perhaps that was why he only felt it now.

The taxi stopped, Rodger paid the man with a nod of the head, and exited the taxi. It drove away, and Rodger couldn't help but feel as though he was in some sort of movie, where he had been gone for years, but had come back to see the love of his life. But Rodger's life was a completely darker movie. Would his manage to have a happy ending, despite everything? Rodger chuckled. He didn't deserve a happy ending. Not after everything he had done in his life. He deserved the numb nothingness of death, or a hell if that really was what was in store for him. Rodger unlocked Dawn's apartment, feeling that nothingness cling to him once again. His brain refused to affirm that this was the house he found Dawn in, broken and almost dead. Rodger blinked back tears remembering. Being in this house brought more emotion to him than even his own house, perhaps even more than his childhood home where he killed his own parents. This was the only evidence of Dawn's existence. After she was gone, this was all that would be left. It didn't feel like enough. How could these meaningless things represent Dawn's life? How could someone rustle through her objects, and somehow expect to know what kind of person she was?

Rodger pulled open the door to the patio, covered in a hardy carpet, with a small fountain in the middle, and various plants surrounding it. Rodger smiled, then noticed that one of her plants was wilting. He grabbed a watering pail in the corner, and dripped drops of water on the plant. This garden was going to die once Dawn was dead. There would be no-one to take care of it. It wouldn't have a chance. Rodger's gaze fell upon the only rose bush in the potted garden. Its flowers were petite, small and delicate compared to the normal rose. It hid such a dark secret. It was the unlikely spot for evidence of such brutality. Rodger uprooted the rose, throwing it to the side, and dug through the soft earth that fed the plant. He grasped the handle of a killing tool, and fished out a gun from the pot. Rodger dove back in, and his hand returned to the surface with a knife. Rodger clicked his tongue. Bingo.

Where was he going to hide these? If Houston or another cop got ahold of them he might as well save everyone the effort and give himself a lethal injection. They were dangerous in his hands. Hell, they were dangerous anywhere that anyone could get ahold of them. Rodger blinked. His best option was to tear the cushion in his car and hide the incriminating weapons in there. The police might find it regardless, but at least he'd have a chance this way. Well, he probably still wouldn't have a chance, but it would give him more time. And that was all he could ask for.

Luckily his car was waiting for him. Rodger got into it and began driving back to the hospital. By now, it was about eleven at night. Rodger drove a different way this time, down the main street, where the wealthy newcomers partied and had an overall great time. The lights were so stunning even Rodger could appreciate them. He couldn't really explain why he drove back this way. Maybe, with everything falling apart around him, he wanted to see that somehow the world was still turning and living. To him, that seemed impossible, that the world must had frozen in order to watch his doom unfold, but as he drove, there was more than enough evidence to prove that theory wrong. People walked down the street in groups, slipping over themselves in their drunken stupor, unaware of the man watching him. He parked his car, and dug a pack of cigarettes from the depths of his car. He hadn't smoked in ages. But it seemed like a good thing to do. So he lit a cigarette, cracked open the windows, and watched life and pleasure flash before his eyes.