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Poor Disarray

-Paige.

My name is Disarray, I’m a serial killer. My husband is always watching, so I can’t look guilty. My daughter Vivian is mentally insane.

You're probably asking yourself, "Why would she even kill in the first place?," which is a good queston considering I have a family to take care of.

I'll tell you why I kill, I kill for the the thrill, when I'm in the middle of torturing someone, I don't have to worry about how I might have to put my daughter in a mental institution, or have to address my husbands trust issues in our close to perfect marriage.

To get back to the story, I've just got done with work and heading to my local bar, to pick up my next victim. As soon as I walk in, I see him, the bar tender.

I make sure my small red dress is in order, I close my iconic red umbrella, and walk up to the bar tender. I see his name tag, David.

“Hey, David!” I said getting his attention, “Could I please get a Jack-Coke?”

“Sure, coming right up,” he said nonchalantly.

I know he just barley started his shift, because of how he is in such a good mood. He was a short but slender man, he had his thin brown hair combed to the side, like you'd see in a cheesy romance film.

“There you go, mam’.”

“Thanks, David,” I smiled, dipping my toe into the pool that was flirting.

He smirked at me, “Hey, what’s your name?”, I could tell that he was expecting something much less exciting then what was acctually gonna happen.

“Delilah,” I said hiding my identity.

“Pretty name,” he said, continuing our flirting.

The thing with David was that he wasn't my type, but he be a perfect murder victim.

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I got him into the abandoned basement under the bar. On the way down, I knocked him out with some anesthesia. Dragging him wasn’t that big off a chore, considering he was a smaller man. Once I have him tided up, I wake him up with some bleach on a cloth, and brought out my sharpest pocket knife.

To start the torture I made a deep slice in his left cheek. I could tell it was painful becuse the entire time he was squinting. When I was done and stepped back, I could tell he was crying.

"Oh poor David right? No, you souldn't even be crying, I have more shit to cry about then you do, but I don't," I let him know, "If I were you, I'd stop crying."

“Why are you doing this?” he pleaded, tears streaming down his face.

“Well David, for starters, I have problems just like any other person, but mine are a lot more hard to deal with,” I stated a little shaky.

"I bet all those problems were caused because you're a fucking psychopath!", He screamed, blood dripping along his jaw.

"Wow, your the most cocky victim I've ever met."

David was looking as dead as ever, he was like a vicious dog confined by a leash. I dragged the pocket knife across my thumb, I watched my blood pool on my thumb and fall onto the ground.

"What are you going to do, punish me?" David teased.

“Oh, I’m going to do a lot more than punish you,” I said while my knife came flying threw the air and sliced his neck open.

I watched blood overflow from his mouth onto his chest and onto the floor.

“Listen David, my husband is going to be wondering where I am, I’ve got to go,” I said innocently, and left without a care.

---

As I was driving home, Band-Aid on my thumb, I heard the sound of police sirens. By the time the paramedics get to David, he’d already be dead.

“Poor David,” I said obviously being sarcastic.

I started thinking about the events before David’s death. From the flirting, to me convincing him to bring me into the basement, and me knocking him out, I realized- “Fuck me!”

---

As soon as I got home, I ran into the house, trying to look as innocent as possible.

Chad, my husband and the detective who is trying to figure out who is killing all these men, was sitting at the table with our daughter, Vivian, who is shaking uncontrollably, with her long brown hair in her face.

“Hey, honey,” Chad greeted, “The man killer got another one, but this

time they left DNA.”

Chad was peering at me as though he knew something was up.

“what kind of DNA?” I asked calmly, “can they track it?”

Chad was sneering at me now, “They left a drop of blood, I have it right here,” he said waving the test tube in my face. “I have to bring it to the lab tomorrow, would you remind me?” he sweetly asked.

“Of course!” I smiled.

It got me thinking, my husband has my DNA, but he doesn’t know it’s mine. If he finds out its mine, he’ll arrest me. He usually keeps the DNA in his safe, that I don’t have the code to.

--- Vivian's POV

My father was just giving me my medicen, and explaining how I would be going to a mental institution. I was going so that I could be cured, and be normal for once. I know that they won't be able to cure me, no matter how hard the docters try.

My mom dashed in, looking pretty suspicious. I listen to my parents talk about god knows what, I started to think about how my best and only friend, Tate, was taking about how his abusive father was recently murdered, and how happy he was that he was dead.

When they were done talking, my mom walked into their room. I address my father, "Dad, I think Tate is murdering people."

"Honey, I think your thinking about this in the totally wrong way," He was trying to convince me, it wont work, "Tate isn't capibal of killing 13 different people."

"Father, anyone can do anything, thats what you've always told me."

"Fine, would it make you happy if I checked Tates house tomorrow?"

"Yes, thank you."

--- Disarray's POV

Chad just got out of the shower, as he was getting into bed I asked him, “Hey, since I’m taking Vivian to the hospital tomorrow, do you want me to bring the DNA to the lab for you?”

“Thanks, but I can do it myself, I have to check Tate's house tomorrow” he said, exausted.

"Why would you have to do that?" I asked, genuanly curious.

"Vivian thinks that he's killing all these people."

Although Vivian thinks Tate killed the 13 men, I know Chad knows that it was me, and he won't stop till I'm in prison. He's gonna bring that blood to get tested If it'd be the death of him, and I have to stop him.

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Once Chad was asleep, I gave him a shoot of anesthesia before I dragged him into the bathtub and turned on the water, the water was as cold as ice, and as I grabbed a razor blade from the cupboard, I made sure Vivian was asleep. I turned his wrists over, and started cutting. The one thing I had to make sure of was that this was a suicide, not a murder, although a lot of wives think about killing their spouse, but few do, I'm one of the ones that don't, he did this to himself.

Once I was done, he was drowning in blood, the water was now a deep thick red, paluted with his blood. I tried to find a pulse, maybe to take it back, although he was the love of my life, but there was none. I continued to call the police and explain how my husband killed himself and that he wasn't breathing.

---

The police found my blood from David's murder scene in Chad's bag, so now I'm being charged with 14 charges of murder, so I'm going to be in here for a while.

Chad was dead three months ago, I guess that was the offical end of our marrage. Vivian is staying in a mental institute across the country. I secretly miss my old life, but I can't let anyone know, so to keep my persona, I killed 2 more woman. I know I'll have to kill more so that no one will kill me, but I'll be here a while, so I'll have time to think about my future.

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Hello, anyone who sees this, my name is Paige. I'm just recently taken up a love for writing. I like to write a lot about murder, so if thats not for you, don't follow.