12
Eric
Feeling frustrated, I make my way to the room I set up when I began my quest. It’s the furthest room in the apartment, and absolutely no one besides me is allowed inside. The only time I ever have to worry about it is when I have women over, but I never allow them to stay for longer than a night.
Obviously, the woman currently living with me is going to be a problem even with the lesson I hoped to teach her earlier. I get the feeling she’s going to cross me again. It’s the nature of her inquisitive firecracker personality.
Regardless, I hope this shit gets resolved before she gets any more ideas about wandering into the unknown and trying to learn what I really am.
She’d get a good idea from this room of mine.
I only come in here when I have something to add to it. So last night, I came in here to add the copy of the recording I downloaded from the files Dominic sent.
The room is as big as my office, which is massive. The size shows the importance I’ve given to its purpose.
When I switch on the lights, and it chases the darkness away, the emblems of my obsession with death are fully displayed. If anyone were to take a peek inside here, they’d know which type of insane villain I am.
This room is the thing in existence that shows how I really feel inside. It resembles something from a psychological horror film depicting a serial killer or some bat shit crazy person.
I have writing on every wall—I’m mathematically-minded, so I need my thinking space outside my mind.
The main wall you see when you first walk in is what I know a person would find disturbing. That’s the wall that would freak them out.
On there, I have pictures of each person on my hit list. There are ten people up there. Robert is number one. As of tonight, he’s the last person left on the list. The last person who remains to be dealt with.
Under each picture of all except one of the others are details about that person, from newspaper clippings and other printed information.
The disturbing stuff is what I have under that. What’s there is the plan I wrote out of how I was going to kill them. Below the plan is a picture of them dead with a big X crossed over their dead faces. I collected the pictures of the dead to remind me that I defeated them, and that was how they looked after they met their end at my hand. I’m about to add Luke’s picture up there.
Everyone on this wall there assisted in the plot to destroy my family.
That’s why Persephone is there too.
While I was being tortured in Brazil, I had the privilege of seeing she was very much a part of the plot when she visited Jude.
It was because Dad didn’t fight for us is why she became an enabler of that plot. She always planned to destroy us anyway, so helping Jude take me, her husband’s illegitimate son, was a delight for her.
The day I wrote her name on my hit list, it felt like a long time coming.
Unlike everyone else there, though, I have an X marked in red across her living face.
I don’t have a picture of her dead face because I didn’t kill her. Death decided to rob me of getting my revenge on her. She died of a heart attack a few weeks after I was rescued. I heard it happened as she was looking at pictures in an album that belonged to my father. It was pictures of us she never knew about.
I was told it was she who helped locate me in Brazil. But she only offered her assistance because she wanted Jude dead for blackmailing her out of the inheritance she wanted for her sons. That bitch would have known what my rescue meant for her. She knew I’d be planning my revenge. Personally, I think that’s what killed her—the worry over what I’d do to her.
Robert can worry his ass off too.
His death will be the worst of them all.
I pull the picture of the burnt remains of Luke from my pocket. I printed it off from my phone while I was at my office earlier. I set it on the wall and put an X over what used to be his face.
If Summer ever came in here, she’d be more afraid of me than she already is.
She’d really believe I was a fucking psycho, and she’d be right to think it. I’m starting to believe it too.
I should keep my distance from her but being home and knowing she’s in the guest room, probably cursing me, has my dick hard all over again.
I chuckle to myself like the madman I am. Summer Reeves is the only person I haven’t checked out yet.