I need to gain back control over this interview—an interview which is being taped on live TV, no less. I’m certain our narcissistic killer is watching this press conference in the confines of some dark and hidden corner or, at least, that’s what I imagine him doing.
“One at a time please,” Rene reprimands the press. “I believe The Black Rose Killer is sending a message that he kills with a purpose in mind. His or her killings have been directed towards the criminal element of the city.”
“So you are saying that we are dealing with a vigilante?”
“If you need to label it, then that would be the correct label to use. I will say this… The Black Rose Killer has purpose. He/she is sending a message to the citizens of Louisville, Kentucky that the criminal element is the one in danger.”
I quickly make my way to the podium to answer any more questions. Our purpose had been to relay that we understood The Black Rose Killer to be a vigilante and Rene has accomplished just that. Now it’s time for me to stir up the hornet’s nest. I have every intention of purposely pissing this guy off. When people operate in the emotional realm, they’re more likely to make mistakes. I’m going to throw this guy off his game and when he fucks up, I’m going to be right there to arrest him. I’m fully aware Black Rose is a man so I’m going to hit him where he is vulnerable—his ego, of course. After all, I’m still harboring some jealousy towards this asshole for giving my owner a black rose. Bastard.
“If I could ask everyone to be quiet, please.” I am not even trying to hide my frustration at this point.
“We have no proof Black Rose is a man. As far as we know, this could be a woman with a vendetta or it could someone suffering a mental breakdown. The most important thing we can do at this point of the investigation is to stop idolizing the killer. To feed into this subject’s narcissism is a mistake. Stop following his website and stop glamorizing his or her behavior. Black Rose is NOT a hero. Black Rose is a killer—a narcissistic, mentally inept killer!”
I turn and leave the podium at that point. I have done what I set out to do, and that is to publically disrespect and embarrass him. Now it is only a matter of waiting for him to fuck up.
Though I have done what I intended, I have also done something else. I have put us right in the line of fire and in even more danger. Only time will tell if this was a smart move…
Chapter Five
Evelyn
I breathe a sigh of relief because, after countless months of searching, I have finally managed to land my next victim and things are beginning to look up for me. Years of never fitting in have ultimately forced me to do the unthinkable.
My transformation into a gold-digger wasn’t an overnight occurrence; it has been years in the making. Years of never measuring up due to not donning the right clothes and not being thin or pretty enough took their toll but, in the end, it was their judgment against me that has caused me to seek out a man who can meet my need to belong. The rejection and snubbing I have been subjected to from those fortunate enough to be born into royalty has been due to one thing and one thing only—I simply wasn’t born into their elite inner circle.
Fitting into the lives of the rich and famous has been an ever elusive fantasy for me. It’s my dream and my own personal demon which has been close enough for me to covet and crave, but just out of reach enough to taunt and tease me. It started in the hallways of the elementary academy I attended as a child and it has followed me throughout the years, even to the hospital where I am now employed as a nurse. I have worked my ass off to be where I am today and yet I’m still not good enough. The mere fact that I attended those academies with the help of a grant for those less fortunate labeled me as being one of those kids—a pitiful charity case. To be friends with me
“One at a time please,” Rene reprimands the press. “I believe The Black Rose Killer is sending a message that he kills with a purpose in mind. His or her killings have been directed towards the criminal element of the city.”
“So you are saying that we are dealing with a vigilante?”
“If you need to label it, then that would be the correct label to use. I will say this… The Black Rose Killer has purpose. He/she is sending a message to the citizens of Louisville, Kentucky that the criminal element is the one in danger.”
I quickly make my way to the podium to answer any more questions. Our purpose had been to relay that we understood The Black Rose Killer to be a vigilante and Rene has accomplished just that. Now it’s time for me to stir up the hornet’s nest. I have every intention of purposely pissing this guy off. When people operate in the emotional realm, they’re more likely to make mistakes. I’m going to throw this guy off his game and when he fucks up, I’m going to be right there to arrest him. I’m fully aware Black Rose is a man so I’m going to hit him where he is vulnerable—his ego, of course. After all, I’m still harboring some jealousy towards this asshole for giving my owner a black rose. Bastard.
“If I could ask everyone to be quiet, please.” I am not even trying to hide my frustration at this point.
“We have no proof Black Rose is a man. As far as we know, this could be a woman with a vendetta or it could someone suffering a mental breakdown. The most important thing we can do at this point of the investigation is to stop idolizing the killer. To feed into this subject’s narcissism is a mistake. Stop following his website and stop glamorizing his or her behavior. Black Rose is NOT a hero. Black Rose is a killer—a narcissistic, mentally inept killer!”
I turn and leave the podium at that point. I have done what I set out to do, and that is to publically disrespect and embarrass him. Now it is only a matter of waiting for him to fuck up.
Though I have done what I intended, I have also done something else. I have put us right in the line of fire and in even more danger. Only time will tell if this was a smart move…
Chapter Five
Evelyn
I breathe a sigh of relief because, after countless months of searching, I have finally managed to land my next victim and things are beginning to look up for me. Years of never fitting in have ultimately forced me to do the unthinkable.
My transformation into a gold-digger wasn’t an overnight occurrence; it has been years in the making. Years of never measuring up due to not donning the right clothes and not being thin or pretty enough took their toll but, in the end, it was their judgment against me that has caused me to seek out a man who can meet my need to belong. The rejection and snubbing I have been subjected to from those fortunate enough to be born into royalty has been due to one thing and one thing only—I simply wasn’t born into their elite inner circle.
Fitting into the lives of the rich and famous has been an ever elusive fantasy for me. It’s my dream and my own personal demon which has been close enough for me to covet and crave, but just out of reach enough to taunt and tease me. It started in the hallways of the elementary academy I attended as a child and it has followed me throughout the years, even to the hospital where I am now employed as a nurse. I have worked my ass off to be where I am today and yet I’m still not good enough. The mere fact that I attended those academies with the help of a grant for those less fortunate labeled me as being one of those kids—a pitiful charity case. To be friends with me
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