Cross-Over Murders by Frank F. Atanacio Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

The Second Murder Was Easier...
The dark stranger stared at the four walls of the basement in an apartment housing project he was hired to paint. He kept wondering how much should the Cross-Overs suffer before he made his point clear. Unfortunately, he didn’t have an answer. He just had to take it day by day.
The basement itself was dirty, damp, and could never hold a paint job. The floor was cracked, the walls made of cement. It was a basement, and served its purpose. The dark stranger knew it was going to serve his purpose as well. He needed the basement for his next murder.
He knew he was going to kill his second victim. He waited for the pain, and agony to fill his heart, but it didn’t. His chest had stopped hurting after the first murder. It was what he wanted to happen all along. He wanted to get use to the killing. He wanted it to be part of his fabric. It was a plan he didn’t expect to go in his favor. But it did, and that made him more confident.
The dark stranger heard footsteps approaching the door. He had called his helper down several minutes ago, but he hadn’t responded right away. There was a noise, a sound of soft tapping.
“I’m here,” the dark stranger called out.
The young Mexican teenager stared in confusion at the dark stranger. He couldn’t understand why he was called away from his work to meet in the basement. It was obvious to him that the basement could not have been part of their working assignment. It was just too disgusting. “Hey boss, why did you ask me to meet you down here, in the basement?”
The dark stranger was surprised on how well the Mexican boy spoke. He had a good command of the English language.
“Because,” he started as he shifted his feet from side to side. “I wanted to show you something.”
“In the basement?”
“Well, yes.” The dark stranger said slowly and deliberately. “I wanted to show you the crack in the foundation.”
“Crack?”
“In the foundation, over here.”
“But boss, we’re painters.”
“That’s why I’m a boss, and you’re a helper,” said the dark stranger. “You must look at your surroundings. Know what to bring up to the unit owners. Let them know that we watch out for everything. Yes, we just paint, but we still have to point out other problems. It’s like our duty. Do you understand that concept?”
The teenager nodded, but was still confused.
“Of course,” he added as he waited for the young teenager to come closer. “You don’t think there is a problem with the foundation. If that’s the case, explain to me why that is.”
“If you say there is a problem boss, I’ll believe you,” he said. “I know my position, and I’m just a hired hand.”
The dark stranger nodded slowly.
“But boss,” the teenager started. “With all due respect, I don’t see any cracks in the foundation.”
“My friend,” the dark stranger continued. “The wall is truly in distress, but then I’m a professional. I went to school for this, and you’ve learned by helping people like me out. Of course I can understand why you don’t see a crack in the foundation. It’s untestable, and I forgive your ignorance.”
The teenage nodded.
“Come, look closer. I want to point out a hair-line crack,” he said. “I want to explain to you how important it is to recognize such a crack. Especially in a building like this that houses many families.”
The young teenager walked closer to get a better look at the basement wall. He really didn’t know what he was looking for, but his boss had issued an order, and he was going to follow it to the letter.
The dark stranger heard voices coming from an apartment above them. He tried to speak in a hush tone, but he didn’t want the young teenager to suspect anything.
“See the crack?”
“No.”
“You need trained eyes,” said the stranger as he slowly removed the knife from the backside of his pants. “Look closer.”
The teenager did, but he still did not see a crack.
The knife was quickly inserted into the teenager’s back several times, and it was at the third insertion, that the teenager realized what was happening. He didn’t feel the slightest pain, or twinge as he watched the blade rip into his flesh. At first he was confused, and he didn’t really know what was happening. He looked at his boss momentarily, as if he was waiting for an explanation.
The dark stranger looked for a vital organ and plunged the knife into the teenager again. It was at that time that the teenager noticed a crack in the foundation. He looked at it in a confused state and tried to point it out to his boss. Nothing was registering, but everything was going dark.
“I see the crack in the foundation,” he uttered out.
The dark strange gave him an incredulous look. He was almost upset at the teenager for not realizing what was happening. It ate at him as he continued stabbing and stabbing, until death was certain.
He dropped the knife and looked at the teenager’s lifeless body. A grin crept onto his face. His heart was not pounding as much as the first time he killed. There was no worrying, and the blood was not making him sick to the stomach. It was complete. He was able to kill. He was indeed a murderer.
Finally...
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