Chapter 1
In the Jungle
The Cougar was a large man by any standards, if you saw him in a mall you would walk by without a second glance. If you spoke with him, you’d realize that he was a religious fanatic and loved his mother very much, it was a mystery to all of his friends because his mother, had never loved him, the boys original mother had long since abandoned the family leaving the greedy old stepmother in her place.
That night he was carefully stalking his prey, failure was not an option.
He had thought of the name, “The Cougar” himself.
“Soon everyone will know the name” he thought to himself as he checked that everything was ready: his knife, his rope, the food, and the jars. As he casually walked up to the house, he said out loud “No one will guess the truth, No one will suspect, everyone will die.”
He knocked on the door, as if he wasn’t in a rush. He wanted this to last, to remember. As he waited, he remembered what his mother always said, “Never rush, do everything slowly and efficiently”. He quickly glanced up at the house and took all of the information in.
The house was a Victorian style, Monster of a house, with 4 cars in the driveway, all priced at over 3 million dollars.
He laughed quietly; the people he came to kill tonight were all famous, all self-righteous, all had escaped death in the movies they were in.
“They won’t escape death now” He thought again.
The door slowly opened up and the maid didn’t even see the knife flash quickly across her neck. As she crumpled to the floor, he realized that he loved the sight of blood, the thing that keeps us alive, keeps us going so we can see the sun tomorrow. He waltzed into the house and care fully strangled the first man. Who after he strangled him, realized that the man was George Fresa, a man who played police officers in the movies that he acted in, he laughed as he carefully placed the donut that he was always ate, on his forehead. He stalked the next victim.
Devon Carmen had the slight sensation of a man behind her, when she turned around; a knife sparkled in his grasp and he quickly caught her in the upper part of her cheek.
She didn’t even feel herself hit the ground.
He glanced into the next room where the black man, and the white woman were conveniently chatting, not even realizing the slaughter that had happened in the front half of the house.
He cursed under his breath, because this part of the house of horror would be tough, he thought it over “Kill the black man first and then the white woman”. He carefully backtracked through the house closing all of the blinds and the door, while taking the keys off Devon Carmen, “Thank you Ms. Carmen” he muttered quietly, not to disturb the other guests.
He opened the back door quietly behind the man and the woman. They were talking about the movies they were recently in. Kristine Syug was a wealthy woman whose luck was still rooting for her, had to go and relieve herself in the closest washroom.
The Cougar still vigilant behind them chose his time carefully and while the black man was still facing Kristine, the murderer struck. While he slit the black mans throat and put his arm over his mouth. But the hand did not muffle the entire warning, as a faint cry escaped his dying lips. Kristine hearing the warning and looking behind saw the medium sized man bound after her.
But 13 years of running everyday does not go unnoticed, and she took off. Kristine ran through the slaughterhouse, seeing the gory tale that had only happened minutes before.
The Cougar realized that trying to stop her was a lost cause. To buy himself time he called the police on her claiming that she murdered these movie stars because they would need evidence that she did not kill them.
After, he went to his truck and took out the food and the jars to do his ritual after every killing, “Number 22, 23, 24, and 25, the first few famous people I killed” He grimly smiled
“Cant believe I killed nobodies for the first two years, these movie stars really get the blood pumping”.
As he calmly cooked the food he had made and placed it on the dinner table, He took the people he had killed, the jars into the washroom. Where he slowly drained the blood into the jars to preserve these people essence,
“Why do I do this?” He quickly asked himself “because it is the only thing in the world that I am good at”
He said this as he took the specially made chair that was identical to the others at the table, out of his van.
Then after all the food was out, he set the table that was originally made for four people, but added an extra table setting and chair. He sat down on the chair and began to eat the food while talking a little bit to himself and a little bit to the dead corpses, asking them questions as if they weren’t dead.
He left the house with all of the dead stars sitting in chairs and the maid leaning on the door, all their blood drained either in the jar or in the sewers, He stole nothing it was all sublimely quiet.
“A Perfect crime” the male murderer thought to himself “except for one little kink that I plan to straighten out”
The Hunt begins again.
Chapter 2
Inescapable
Detective John Smith’s black hair flew through the air as his green eyes watched his surroundings suspiciously.
A man in his mid-thirties had called the police department of Detroit, Michigan. He had reported a murder at the home of Devon Carmen; he reported that the person who had murdered these people was driving away from the crime in a Mercedes Benz license plate number ILike32, the suspect was a woman, and she was aged movie star Kristine Syug whose last movie had been a complete flop and the others who were killed had made at least 30 million dollars more grossed. Already we had a motive.
She had been found driving insanely fast down the freeway. Already we could get her in jail for one thing now we were trying for the other thing.
She told us that there was a get together going on at the house and all attending were friends, she had arrived and started talking with Ronald Gert. They talked for about ten minutes when she got up and went to the washroom, when she looked behind her, Ronald was dead and an unmasked attacker ran after her, she sprinted into her car finding no sign of the murderer.
This story was inconclusive and right now I was going to see the murder scene first hand.
As I walked into the house I was startled to find the dead maid leaning on the ground behind the door. I looked and realized that from the smell and drops of blood on the door she was originally on the door keeping it closed, as I walked into the dining room I saw how the grisly scene unfolded, the murderer walked into the house, killed the maid and continued killing the other house guests.
None of these facts added up, the blood was in the living room where the guests were supposedly killed, but now they were sitting and relaxing in the dining room chairs.
In two spots there were no dead bodies. Which means that one was probably for Kristin and the other for the murderer. But in one of the two spots it seems that a person had dinner with the dead people. As John picked up his cell phone he called Detroit’s police headquarters. He said to them “Have a team come to Devon Carmen’s house there’s been a murder, have forensics and coroners come take a look, this ones going to be a doozy”.
While John drove back to the prison he recalled all of the facts that he had seen at the murder scene, the food, the bodies and Kristin Syug.
As John pulled in to HQ he saw another man doing the same, “no man I’ve ever seen before” he pulled pictures of people he had met in his life into his mind.
When John got out of the car he walked over to the man and asked
“Excuse me, why are you at police headquarters, are you here for a job or are you bringing yourself in?”
The man replied with “Actually I am here for a job, can you tell me who to talk to about it”.
“You could just tell me what job you want and I will tell the chief and other high up officers about it.”
“Oh, thank you for that, but any job will be fine and I would like to go in with you if that is ok”
“Its fine I will take you to see the chief right now”
I guided the other man in to see the chief but almost forgot to ask
“What’s your name?”
“Alex Francesco, and yours?”
“John Smith, his office is right up here. James is the chiefs name, and he would prefer it if you would call him Chief Kirgy, Ok?”
We walked directly to his office, and I told him to wait outside.
I walked in and said to Chief Kirgy “There’s a man outside your office who wants a job, any job actually.”
“Well that’s just great Detective” he said sarcastically “But actually I do need somebody to cook food for the prisoners”
“Does he have to know how to cook good food”
“No, the worse it is the better”
“Thank you Chief”
I walked outside to Alex and told him the good news.
“Thank you” he cried “If you ever need anything just ask, except for money, of course!”
As I walked to an interrogator by the name of Thomas Kuhn.
He told me that Kristin was here and told us that she was still too traumatized to tell us the description of the man. She was now out of suspicion to be the killer. She was going home right now, it seemed that some of the higher ups pulled some strings and she was going home now.
I was one of the people to watch her go home as she pulled out in her Mercedes Benz. Almost immediately a swerving car came into view and struck the Benz in a head on collision. We almost rushed to the cars to save the people inside them but then an explosion broke from one of the cars and blew up both of them.
All of our leads dead, nothing to go on,
The scary thing was we had to wait till the next murder for some conclusive information.
Chapter 3
Stalking
The Cougar was inside police plaza when Kristine Syug was blown to pieces.
“Bye Bye Kristine your exit was better than your movies” He almost laughed out loud but then he would be a suspect. “Everything had been done according to plan. Now for the next performance, maybe a government official someone very important, I know The Secretary of the treasury. A good idea, a better plan”.
It had been his motto, so far and it had served him well.
He watched the entire scene unfold as police officers ran around trying to find any way that Kristine could have survived, there was none. Also while all this was happening a select few were looking where the car could have come from, no evidence, no nothing
It had truly been a perfect crime. Then something happened I was standing around minding my own business when something happened.
Chapter 5
We all looked at Senior Detective Fredrick Hin the detective in charge of the investigation as he collapsed to the ground. As they helped him onto the stretcher, a paramedic got cut on some knife in the guy’s pocket, it seems that he was the murderer, so we took him to the hospital and arrested him.
Epilogue
The Cougar glanced at the man carefully being taken out of the police station, and the knife he had planted on him, everything was according to plan, everything was perfect.
