The Murder Tapes

Prologue

Men dragged me into a small chamber which held a small cot where I thrashed around as they forced me to lay on it.

I should probaly explain what is happening....

It started about a year ago when the police arrested me for the death of Chester Franks. A famous musician who I had grown friends with from work. You see.... Chester was a great man... But I of course killed him... Days later the boys in blue got hot on my trail and sniffed his body out of my basement. And days after I was sentenced to a life behind bars for manslaughter.

But... I escaped... With help of a friend... Her name was Anna... Of course I never knew her, but I have known her since I escaped two years ago.

What was this for? Well that's funny....

They found me again bringing out the K-9s and Hell... They found all 74 of the bodies in my basement and sentanced me to be killed...

Along with the tapes....

All 74 tapes of all 74 murders...

Anna had disappeared from sight and left me to be dead...

Okay... So your all caught up...

I murdered Chester. Got sentanced. Escaped. Got found again. And was put into death row... Death row came to my name.... And...

....I lived?

***

I awoke to the searing pain in my skull as my legs hit the floor.

'Where was I?' It was my first coherent thought as my eyes shifted through the black

Darkness stilled over my eyes as I tripped over something that sat motionless on the ground.

Hey, tough guy, wake up. You're not dead...Well not yet anyway. You're getting a second chance, another throw at the dice.

As far as the world is concerned, you died back in the chamber.

Justice was served - Rebeca J. Mitchell is rotting in Hell.

My mind fumbled with thoughts through the darkness as I ran at the wall and thrusted my shoulder into it, struggling to find an exit.

Hey, hey, get a grip and calm down.

You're probably suffering from shock, but I'm here to help.

Pick up the earpiece. Put it on. Go on.... Beca.

I moved forward feeling a small device, carefully taking it and pulling it into my ear.

There. That's better now isn't it?

Now, this is the only you can hear me, and that's the way you're going to want it, because I'm your only way out of here.

You've had an unexpected reprieve, do exactly as I say and I promise all of this will be over before the night is up.

I turned around hearing a door open. It slowly revealed a group of armored figures who grabbed me, dragging me out of the room and throwing me into a black van.

***

Rebeca J. Mitchell. Aledged serial killer was found guilty for over a seventy homicides in the state of California, was sentenced to death. Mitchell has been on death row for the past 6 months and was executed last night

"Oh my God! Aubrey! Are you seeing this?" I ask turning to the blonde woman sitting beside me. Willow, her three year old daughter layed quietly in her arms. Sleeping soundly in her mother's embrace with her blue blanket wrapped around her tiny frame.

"Beca is dead" Aubrey looked up to see the brunette's face on the screen as Diana and Jessica ate dinner at the table, completely oblivious to the fact that their mother's collage friend had become a criminal and had been executed.

"Hey! Wonder Woman! Get over here with your sister!" Aubrey looks over to the table to find the jet black haired girl strolling up to her and I.

"Ugh!" Jessica groaned looking at the TV.

"Did they ever figure out who killed Da?" Diana asks looking at me with her powder blue eyes bubbling with hope

I shook my head

"I'm sorry Diana. We haven't yet"