"Have
you ever had a thought spark in your mind, a small notion…
But that notion was so very powerful that you nurtured it, and
before you knew where you knew where you were that tiny, stray
notion flourished. That notion soon transformed into an inspiring
powerful idea. An idea that you continually pondered, played about
it, and manipulated until before you know it, it became the greatest
obsession that you have ever experienced. Well, that is precisely
what happened to me… I was just eleven; it was on a very
usual sunny school day when the thought struck me… How would
I perform a flawless murder?
"I
suspect that you might think me a little odd. That is quite understandable.
But please allow me a few moments to explain myself a little further.
Trust me; I think that you will find my plan particularly interesting.
"I
concluded that there were several distinct aspects to performing
the flawless murder. The first of these would be the weapon utilized.
I would want it to be relatively simple, fail-proof, and impact
enough shock factors to my chosen. You see, the murder could not
possibly be considered to be flawless unless I could see that
moment of intense fear in my chosen's eyes. I decided after much
thought, and I confess with some experimentation, that garroting
is quite an impressive technique to employ. Well, think about
it. It is a rather slow process, and I have found that if I perform
it correctly, the whole procedure can be stretched out to a wonderful
almost seventeen agonizing minutes… The victim is completely
unable to scream, however hard that they try, and yet can still
watch the whole splendid act unfold. There is none of the messiness
involved in other approaches (I confess that the sight of blood
makes me rather queasy, being of a rather delicate position).
"The
next aspect of the flawless murder would be timing. I have found
that it is far more exhilarating to catch the chosen one completely
off guard. It is quite a delight when, in the middle of a usual,
often dull, routine that they discover that they have been selected.
Again, in my experiments, I have caught people when they truly
did not expect it. I still chuckle at the look upon their faces
just before I struck.
"Naturally
the second most important person involved in the murder would
be the chosen one themselves. The countless, nameless victims
that I practiced on I do not include in this. They were simply
insignificant nobodies, who only found transcendent greatness
by being in the wrong place at the right time. No, the perfect
chosen one would be somebody that I have fantasized about killing
for years… Well, since I was eleven, as a matter of fact.
"Can
you think back to being aged eleven yourself? Do you remember
one break time when you laughed and joked with your young, popular
friends…? I bet you don't even remember me, do you…?
Sitting there watching you as I overflowed with envy. I wanted
so very much to be popular also, please understand. So I finally
plucked up all the courage that I could muster, walked over and
shyly said hello… And you all laughed at me, then you began
to point at me, and call me those horrid names. I simply turned
and ran. I bet you don't even remember… I bet that I was
just one of many… But I have never ever forgotten.
"There
is one final aspect of the perfect murder. There would be no point
in killing my chosen one unless they knew precisely why…
Well, now you do.
"Why
don't you turn around and look behind you…? Surprise!"
The
shaking hands of the young, inexperienced police officer placed
the letter he had just read out loud into a plastic baggie.
"I
don't suppose we will find any evidence on this," he said,
shaking his head.
He
once more looked at the limp, lifeless figure lying over his computer
keyboard.
"The
murderer was right, you know," he said. "The poor sod
had no idea what hit him…"
The end.
