Song: Sunglasses At Night by Corey Hart

"It wasn't as dark and scary as it sounds. I had a lot of fun... killing somebody's a funny experience."-Albert DeSalvo

January 24th, 2014

"A new client has requested our company for a job and I am sending you," my boss said without caring to look at me. He just continued writing whatever he was writing.

"I haven't finished the other designs I am currently working on." I tried to hide the annoyance growing inside of me.

He dropped his pen, removed his glasses, and glared at me. "Do I look like I care? Go to the damn office and hear what he has to say. I already sent the address to your phone."

"Yes sir," I said, not caring if he noticed the sarcastic undertone.

His office was on the top floor, so I had to take the elevator down to my floor. Some of my colleagues greeted me as I passed their cubicle while others ignored me.

My cubicle was farthest from everyone else because I wanted privacy. On my desk was my bag which contained my sketching materials, I grabbed it and left my office building.

The drive to the address my boss sent me took only twenty minutes. "Wow, this must really be a big company," I said while staring at the large building I stood in front of.

'Free Energy Company' was what the sign at the entrance read.

First, I had to go in to find out why I was there. So, I did.

Positioned at the entrance was a security guard, he had a stoic expression on his face. When I approached him, he asked to search me. Who was I to complain; he was only doing his job.

After he was done, he opened the door and I walked into the lobby. The floors were made of white glazed tiles arranged in diagonal patterns and the walls were made of glass, revealing views of the city.

At the center of the lobby was a statue of the head of a man on a gold-plated stand. Inscribed on it was 'Adam Albert (1896-1980), Founder of the Free Energy Company.'

Glass partitions separated offices, which made the interior of the building immaculate and well organized.

I walked up to the receptionist, and she directed me to the top floor where the CEO's office was located. Taking the elevator was my best bet since I didn't want to be later than I already was.

The atmosphere in the elevator was clouded by the smells of different perfume mingled together. 'On the Beautiful Blue Danube' drifted from the elevator speaker as I pressed the button with the letter T written on it to take me to the top floor.

The elevator came to a halt, the door opened, and I stepped out. The secretary situated outside the CEO's office instructed me to enter the office.

As I entered the office, the first thing that welcomed me was its coldness. Even a cadaver room wasn't that cold.

My eyes blinked several times so they could adjust to the brightness of the pristine white walls. Did the CEO have OCD or was he just a neat freak?

A throat clearing brought me out of my thoughts. Towards the direction the sound came from, sat an elderly man behind a desk glaring at me.

Ten minutes went by with me trying to convince him that I was the graphic designer sent to work with him. He still wouldn't believe me so he called my boss to confirm. According to him, I looked too young to be a graphic designer. Like there was a particular age graphic designers should be.

After that, he offered me a seat and explained to me the kind of logo he wanted, and I sketched down ideas that came to me.

An hour later, we were able to come to an agreement on a particular logo. I told him his logo would be ready in two weeks' time and left his office.

It was around two p.m. and going back to the office did not appeal to me. My boss would have hacked me about the meeting.

Down the street was a playground, so I walked there. I bought a hotdog and soda from the hotdog stand at the front of the playground.

As I entered the playground, children ran past me screaming and laughing. On the perimeter, parents and nannies gossiped. The smell of freshly mowed grass wafted up my nostrils.

Swings creaked as children got on them. The squeaking sound of the merry-go-round made me cringe.

Children were arguing about whose turn it was to go on the slide. My heart sank. I never had such a happy childhood.

A boy covered in mud and grass approached me as I finished eating. I couldn't make out the color of his clothes. To make matters worse, he rubbed his mud-covered hands on his hair in an effort to remove the sand that clung to it.

He offered the ball in his hands to me. "Please, come play with me."

"Okay," I said and accepted the ball. I stood up and followed him.

That was not the first time a random kid had approached me and asked me to play. People said it was because of the way I packed my blond curly hair into a ponytail. It made me appear younger and approachable.

We played for about thirty minutes before a woman came and interrupted us saying it was time for them to leave. I turned to look at her and our eyes immediately locked on each other. Her deep green close-set eyes drew me in.

"Thank you." She smiled. "For playing with him."

"It was no problem, I enjoyed myself." I smiled then squatted to hug the little boy. "It was fun playing with you."

"Me too." He blushed. He took his mother's hand and they both left.

Somewhere in my sub-conscious, even though I wanted her to myself, I felt a connection with the little boy and I wasn't going to take his mother from him.

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January 26th, 2014

I was restless. After that episode with the kid and his mother at the park, it was like something had awoken within me.

Something had to be done about it before it took over my sanity. A late-night drive would help me relax.

As I stepped outside, the cold air that brushed against my skin sent me scatting back into my house. Next thing I knew, I was in my room ransacking my wardrobe. After I found what to wear, I left the room.

The bag that contained all my supplies was already at the door; I grabbed it then locked up. With no destination in mind, I started driving.

I drove around for about two hours, but still I hadn't found anything that could remotely capture my attention.

How hard could it be to find just one thing that was worth my attention? I sighed. The car radio was turned on to the lowest volume to prevent unwarranted attention. Even the radio stations were playing boring songs. I sighed again.

It was almost midnight. I decided to go for the last drive, hoping something fulfilling would happen. I was not one to give up easily.

Bless the heavens! About five minutes into the drive, something caught my attention. I quietly parked my car by the roadside, turned off the lights and watched.

Through the window, a woman was screaming and beating a child. It was difficult hearing what she was saying because of distance, so I stepped out of my car then listened through the open window of the house.

"You are a worthless and ungrateful child," she screamed and slapped the boy. The boy couldn't be more than ten-years-old.

He was crying but she had the television on, almost to the highest volume. I guess so that the neighbors would not hear the screams and cries and call the police.

"You can never do anything right. I am going out for a walk; make sure you do everything I told you to do before I get back. I will personally use my hands to kill you if you don't." She turned around and walked away.

He whimpered. It was at that moment I knew I had to save him. He reminded me of myself when I was at that age.

The woman walked towards the coat rack and headed for the door. So, I left the window and walked back to my car. On getting into my car, I shut the door and waited for her to come out.

Few minutes later, she came out and started walking. She walked for a bit before I followed her, driving past the park as she entered it.

I parked a block away from the park, and then walked back. With the syringe filled with sodium thiopental in my hand, I followed her into the park, but I was few paces behind her.

Pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of gin from the pocket of her coat, she sat on the ground and started to smoke and drink.

I watched her inebriate herself into a stupor, and then I silently walked up to her and injected the sodium thiopental into her bloodstream.

She blacked out.

I placed her on my shoulder and carried her to my car. When she was in the car, I got in and drove home. I made up my mind that I would show her no mercy.

"There is no happiness without tears, no life without death. Beware! I am going to make you cry."-Lucian Staniak

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