He was waiting at the parking lot for half an hour now. His calm persona would have made him a hell of a psychologist. It's not that he was not intrigued by human psychology. He loved it. He studied it with some self interest of course. Sociopath- Psychopath- Personality disorder. Not sure exactly what, but he was one of it. He never wanted to fit in one bin though. Besides, these so called academic scholars would have got it all wrong. "Who cares," he jerked the thought. "Stay Focus, you pervert," he calmed himself. It was a bad humor - his rational brain reminding him of his abnormality- being an evil , a wrongdoer. Somehow, that made him stronger. Made him vigilant. His passion for crime was tamed with studied methodology and good preparation with a simple goal- that is- to never get caught. After all, he was in this business of "passion" for long time now. A sudden sympathy rose inside him for law enforcement who were not able to caught him for so long. "Stay Focus, Stay present" he reprimanded himself and counted his breaths again to regain his control. He knew how to tell his mind that he is in-charge. Arrogant mind can mess things up. He knew that. He waited quietly. Waited for a fish to take a bait. It was around 9:30 PM at night. Most of the parking lot was empty. He had carefully parked himself at a spot where it would be difficult for security cameras to catch his glimpse. Besides, he was wearing all black jumpsuit with black mask covering his face. One can still make-out his well bulit body with sharp features in spite of it conceled underneath the jumpsuit. He was waiting behind a bush like a shadow. He would make his victims drive him in their cars where he wants to finish the job. He was used to this routine as he has tried it so many times before- successfully. Finally, he saw her while she muscled herself out of the shop wearing her high heels. "Only fools shop at night," He smirked. She must be in her twenties. Her gaze fixed on her phone while she was performing a balancing act of carrying grocery bags. Her delicious curves were blossomed in her tight dress. "A flower about to be weathered. Who knew a dress like that would attract creeps like me," he murmured. Her parking spot was closer to the shop. "It would be inconvenient but possible," he uttered. He was about to head towards her way when he saw someone else. He stopped and backed off. "What the heck, stay with plan you moron," he mumbled to himself. But then his conflicting mind reminded him that he loved adventures. A new type, a new race. Frankly, he has seen most of it all. Teenage girls, woman in their twenties, thirties even forties- you name it. Most of them were pretty but some were not. He never differentiated- well, atleast not intentianally. After all, fear is what connected them all . Some cursed. Some cried. But all feared. Fear was one thing that gave him immense satisfaction. Yet, they were all white. And now all dead. Here is a fine chance for a little change, He thought. A logic , how much ever evil , reminded him to go with his usual route. Unfortunately the audacity succeeded.
This was a Indian breed or somewhere from that region. She definitely looked old. These greasy sorts do, he thought. The ugliest type who would not even attract a fly. No makeup- No desire to attract a man or maybe downright lazy. He saw a bulging stomach protruding through her striped shirt. Sure laziness- he smirked. The lack of self confidence was written all over her weary face. Head down, searching for a ground, she was heading towards her black Honda pilot with heavy tired steps. She is going to froze like a dead bird- he thought ostentetiosly. She is going to beg for her life - to me or to one of their Gods. I hope its me. He thought darkly. As, none of those Gods can help her. "These freaking idiot Indian, with their stupid Indian accent," he said twisting his mouth. He was getting cocky now. "They have so much money just sitting high in their status chair. And yet, they are absolutely boring". A superiority that he tamed so far was showing up and he didn't even noticed it this time. What a shame that I exist. Let me give a good shake to these freaking mousy Indians, he thought arrogantly. Well, well. A good game change. She looks like an easy pray. If nothing else, he was sure about the terror that he would evoke in her eyes- till the very end. One hand on his handgun, he glided towards her, ready for this new thrill. -praj101
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