The Mimic
I rounded my shoulders and stretched out my back. The steam from my shower hung in the air like clouds. My skin still red from the hot water and scrubbing. I wiped the mirror with my bare hand, coming away damp, and my reflection distorted.
My reflection was always distorted whether it was steamy or not. Thats just how I saw things. Distorted. Twisted. Warped. It never used to be like that. But it had been this way for a long time. So long I couldn’t remember a time it wasn’t distorted.
My chest rose and fell as I breathed; filling my lungs all the way and stopping, then finally exhaling. I’d do this a few times to psyche myself up for things to come. This would be my first known kill. And the only reason people would know about it was because I allowed them to know. I’d allow the cops to find the body. I’d allow the reporters to understand who I was and why I was doing this. And I’d allow the public to see who I was becoming.
It was all part of my growth. My journey. From being a boy and turning into a man my father would be proud of. I knew he’d be proud. My dad; he was always proud of me. My mom on the other hand not so much.
I dressed in my finest suit. A man never did anything worthy while wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I could move freely in my suit; allowing me the space to do what was needed.
I went to her home. And there she was, returning after a long day at the office. She lived alone; nobody would know anything until tomorrow morning. It’s why I chose her. Megan was an introvert but came out of her shell with the right people. She loved staying home and went out with her friends on the odd occasion. And this week she’d be staying home in the evenings. Alone. Her boyfriend had moved out a month ago. She caught him cheating. I could tell by the way she carried her shoulders that she’d given up on love, and perhaps there was nothing else to live for.
That’s where I came in.
I’d give Megan the death she deserved. She’d be remembered by her friends. And nobody would ever forget her name.
And no one would forget mine either.
The Mimic.
