Cross-Over Murders by Frank F. Atanacio Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Six

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The next morning the decoy shook himself awake from the abuse he took the night before. He couldn’t believe that he wasn’t killed yet. He couldn’t believe he wasn’t buried and hidden somewhere he couldn’t be found. He was alive and awake to suffer mentally all over again. He then realized that the logical thing for the murderer to do was to make him suffer, and then turn him loose. If he was intended for death, he would have been dead already.
“Good morning,” said the dark stranger as he stood directly in front of the tied decoy. “I see you lived through the pain.”
The decoy nodded.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t put you up in a motel or a decent sleeping area,” said the dark stranger. “But I’m never in the habit of taking care of my prisoners. Funny though, usually you’d be dead by now. Maybe I’m slipping, maybe I’ve developed a soft spot, or maybe I really don’t want to kill an American citizen. I don’t know, I really can’t explain it.”
“Go to Hell!”
The dark stranger smiled.
“Either kill me, or turn me loose!”
“Okay, I’ll kill you then,” replied the dark stranger. “If that’s what you want. I’ll end your suffering now.”
The words dropped like rocks.
The decoy knew he was only saying kill me just to say it. He really didn’t mean it. He knew that if the murderer was challenged he’d have to do the most logical thing. And that logical thing was to turn him loose. It was something he had learned at the academy, and it wasn’t paying off. If he had paid for the lessons he learned at the Police Academy, he would have asked for a full refund.
“You look worried?”

The decoy did not reply.
“It really won’t be too much fun killing you,” said the dark stranger as he picked up the transfer shovel. “It’s a shame you were the one picked up, not one of those cross over immigrants.”
The decoy grunted.
“I bet you hate me just about now,” said the dark stranger. “Everyone I killed had that look in their eye. The look you have now. That look of hatred. Funny, how that look can do nothing about the situation you’re in. Sad, if you really think about it. So go right ahead and hate me. Hate the man who is going to end your life. Hate me because I thwarted your chance in catching me. You people failed, and now you must pay the cost.”
“You know I’m still a cop,” quivered the decoy. “I was just on an assignment. It’s a mission and it had nothing to do with how I feel about you. I really don’t care who you are or I don’t care anything about you. To me, you’re just a crazy serial killer who has no need or no respect for life. You will die too.”
The dark stranger laughed.
“Laugh now, die later,” said the decoy.
Leaning forward and feeling suddenly fierce, the dark stranger raised his voice and shouted, “I may die after all this is over, but you will not be around to enjoy it! You will be dead way before me!”
The decoy shriveled where he sat. His hands turned white as it remained tied behind his back. His fingers were tangled as he pressed them hard against his spine. He was losing the feeling in them, and he couldn’t get the blooding flowing again.
“You’re going to die first!” The dark stranger continued. “And for me, it’s going to be all in a day’s work!”
“Please...don’t do it.”
“Begging?”
The decoy nodded.
“That’s appreciated, and honest.”
Tears fell from the decoy’s eyes.
“Sad,” the stranger nodded. “But you will die anyways.”
Feeling as if the veins on his neck were going to explode, the decoy weighed many versions of his death through his mind. He didn’t know if he was going to be stabbed, slammed, buried alive, or drowned. He just knew that death was coming, and that he wasn’t prepared for it.
“How do you want to die?” asked the dark stranger.
The decoy snapped him a glare. “How?”
The dark stranger nodded.
“Old age.”
He hesitated for a moment. “I’m giving you a choice, don’t fuck with it!”
“I don’t want to die!”
“Tell me or you will die violently!”
A stunned silence fell briefly, a silence they knew would have to be broken one way or another. A silence that pierced their ears. It was a silence of madness.
Then a cell phone chimes.
The dark stranger snapped up and was not sure what the musical tune was at first.. “Oh, that’s me. Hello?”
The decoy was about to scream, but was silenced immediately with the transfer shovel. It connected on the left side of his head, reopening some old wounds that were sealed together with dried blood.
The dark stranger walked away from the decoy to continue his interrupted phone conversation. “What, pick you up? Where? Boston Avenue? I thought you had to work at the liquor store today? Oh, they didn’t need you today. It’s slow. I see, so you’ll wait for me in front of the liquor store? Okay....Okay. I’ll pick you up. Let me just make sure that my loose ends here stay tied.”
The dark stranger looked at the decoy and knew that his death wasn’t going to be at that moment. He had an errand to run, but when he returned he wasn’t going to waste anymore time with him. He was going to end the decoy’s life. It just had to be done.
“You get to live for a few more hours,” the dark stranger started. “If I were you I’d use it to reflect on life. Think about all the good you did and pray to god that it is enough for you to get into heaven. Then think about all the bad you did, and ask for forgiveness. This is a chance that none of the cross overs got. Consider it a gift. A gift for not being an illegal alien and for not taking our jobs, and stealing from our families. It’s a gift, from me to you.”
The decoy grunted softly.
“Well, if you bleed to death,” the dark stranger continued. “I won’t be here to watch you suffer. You’ll be alone, and if you feel like begging to god, you can. No one will hear you. This area is so quiet, and no one ever comes here. Maybe you’ll see a rabbit, a deer or two, but people... No, you’ll be dead the next time you actually see people. But don’t let that get you down. You have some thinking to do. And funny as this may seem, I’ll have you in my prayers. Would you like that? So do what you like, and enjoy the few hours of life you have left.”
The decoy lifted his head up and tried to smile.
“You like that, aha... That’s good. It’s positive thinking on your part,” said the dark stranger as he turned to walk away. “I’m leaving now.”
Letting out a long sigh, the decoy muttered, “Thank god...you son of a bitch.”