Fan Fiction ❯ Checkmate ❯ Searching ( Chapter 2 )

My life was perfect. I loved both of my parents, I was best friends with my brother, and I was engaged. Notice that all of these things are in past tense. My life _was_ perfect. Until it happened. Until she came into my life. Until she killed my brother.

The infamous "Checkmate Killer." My brother was her first victim. She killed him so brutally. I'll never forget the site of his body: wrists slashed open, blood dried around them; his neck slit from ear to ear, and the look of pure horror on his face, as he lay in his bed, resting for the next day. A day that never came for him.

I didn't do anything after my brother's death. How could I? The images of him were very fresh in my head, as they are today. The few things that I did were go to his funeral, and break off the engagement with my girlfriend of two years. She didn't understand why I did this. She wanted to help me through the hard time that I was going through, but I just wanted to be alone. I felt smothered by her after just a few days. That's when I broke the engagement. It was easy. I barely miss her anymore.

All I did for months after his death was eat and sleep. I stayed in my apartment all day, every day. I got fired from my job, of course. I can't remember why I didn't quit. I was in such a state after my brother's death, though, that I can't remember how I did anything. My mother brought me food every so often, and my father brought me movies to watch. Otherwise, I was left alone. Cut off from the world. I didn't want the world to see me, anyway.

It was inevitable that I would gain weight sooner or later, since all I did was eat. I barely ever moved. Only to go into the bathroom and kitchen. That was about it. I don't consider picking up the remote and turning the TV on and off moving, really. So, I gained weight. It didn't surprise me. Nothing ever really surprises me anymore. I expect things to happen, and they usually do. The only thing I didn't expect was my brother's death under that bitch's hand.

Expecting things made life easy. I knew what was coming, and when it was coming, so I never really had to worry about things. Well, sometimes I did. I knew what grades I was getting in school before they were released, and that wasn't really good, since I didn't excel in school. I passed, but just barely. It's not that I wasn't smart, it's just, well, I was too busy with life outside of school to pay attention too much. Mind you, I was out of school before my brother's death, but I was popular. That was the biggest reason, really. I'm no longer popular, though, since I stayed in my apartment for so long. People forgot about me. I don't have friends anymore.

Finally, though, when I did emerge from my "hibernation," I began searching for the "Checkmate Killer," who had killed again, right after I came out into the world again. It was her second murder. She always took her time between killings. I knew it was a woman, since I expect these types of things, as previously said. After I heard of the second death under her hand, I became bent on finding her. I knew I would one day, I just knew.

It took me awhile to track her down. She covered up her tracks very well, taking her knives and other things she used to kill people with her, never even leaving a fingerprint. The only thing that gave any clue as to whom that killer was is her sloppy writing style, and the way she always wrote, "Checkmate," on a piece of paper that the person she killed left out. She never brought her own paper with her, it seemed, because the paper she used always had other writing on it, mostly just notes that the person wrote to themselves.

She was very good at killing, I must say. Never leaving evidence, or anything behind, really. If killing was an art, she'd be the best killer in the world. I hate this. I'm beginning to think like her. I had been tracking her for the longest time, and I had to start thinking like her to know where she was, what she was doing, and why she was doing it. So that's the way it was. I was thinking like a serial killer. Sounds fun, doesn't it?

Finally, though, I did find her. She didn't try hard to hide herself, actually. She had a small house on the edge of the town in which we both lived. She had all sorts of things scattered about her home. I don't see why nobody living by her didn't suspect her. Knives lined her walls, all different shapes and sizes. Pictures of people spattered with blood were visible. Many other gruesome things were easy to see. All you had to do was really look closely through the windows, and, there they were.

I've been watching her ever since. She knows this, I think. She doesn't try to hide anything. I've seen her kill people. I've seen her stalk her victims. I've seen her do so many things I don't see horror in what she does, anymore. I thought she'd have killed me by now, but, I guess not. She's probably planning to, though. It'll happen when it happens, if it does ever happen.

If she does want to kill me, I have this to say to her: You've ruined my life, bitch. Just kill me. I don't care anymore. Just do it. Just do it.

A/N: I hate this chapter. I've decided that I won't be writing many more chapters about him. It's too boring. It'll just be about her. I'm sure people have noticed this, but I haven't given either of them names yet. I suck at thinking up names, so, it anyone has any name suggestions, I'll gladly take them!

If there are any mistakes, I'm sorry. I'm sick. I hardly ever get sick, but when I do, I get really sick. Oh, well. Please review. Thanks to Masquerade Dragon for reviewing!