As the man looked down at his bloody hands and clothes, frantic but oddly at ease, he quickly took off all of his clothes and drenched them in gasoline.
The man just realized that he had killed someone. Someone he worked with. Someone he actually didn’t mind talking to. The man merely was on a camping trip with a colleague and it turned into something quite horrific. The man looked down at the mangled body, but he did not feel any remorse, or disgust, in fact he just stared at it in awe. The lifeless body had many lacerations to the head, neck and chest. Open bloody gashes began to swell, the colleague’s face become almost unrecognizable. The man had used a fairly heavy rock to cause his colleague harm. The man had to work fast before the blood seeped into the ground. He covered everything in gasoline and took out his lighter. Then everything lit up in a fiery blaze.
The now naked man watched the fire burn. There was a new light in his eyes and it was not the fire. Something clicked inside the man, and he started laughing. He started laughing hard. He didn’t want to admit it, but he enjoyed himself while attacking his colleague. The fight of life that happens right before a body gives out, then the lifeless corpse lays in front of you. The man knew that he shouldn’t be laughing or enjoying himself, it is probably the most inhumane thing a person could do.
As a young boy, the man had all these dark thoughts about death and he loved learning about the anatomy of the human body. Everyone called him psychotic and insane, he didn’t fit in with anyone really. He would be writing his thoughts and his observations in his journal, while the other guys kicked around a soccer ball or played video games. He never really found interest in either of the activities. He loved science and criminology. In biology his favourite part was the dissections. As the man grew up, he suppressed all of the things that made him, him. He stopped obsessing over the dead, he stopped studying biology, and then became an accountant. A few years after, becoming an accountant, he got bored. He was tired of inputting and outputting numbers over and over. And something in him snapped. After all, everyone can only take so much. Everyone has a breaking point.
After the blaze settled the man made sure the ashes looked like regular campfire ashes. He grabbed the charred bones, and just smashed them with the same rock he used to kill his colleague, but he was careful to make sure he left no fingerprints. Not long after, all the bones become dust, almost like sand. He gathered as much of the dust as possible and dumped it into a nearby ravine. The man went back to his tent, put some clothes on and went to bed.
The man slept peacefully, almost as if nothing had happened. He thought about how the murder happened; the way he felt, and if he should do it again.
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The man and colleague went on a casual camping trip together. They knew each other well enough because their accounting offices were next to each other. The man set up the tent while the colleague gathered the sticks and rocks to build a campfire. The colleague didn’t have a lot of friends, but the man had a very charming attitude and quite easily became friends with him. Night come upon the campsite and the colleague thought the man was going to get sticks, so he sat on a rock and waited for him to return.
Now, at the time, the man was ready to pounce like a panther. Then with an aggressive swing he got the colleague in the ribs. There was a small snapping noise like a twig. The colleague started to cough up blood, the broken rib punctured his lung. The colleague tried to run but he couldn’t get up. Another forceful blow to the head this time. The man hit the colleague’s face over and over. The colleague was now unconscious, so the man saw the opportunity to jump on top of him and strangle him. The colleague could barely breathe anyway, but then his body began to convulse. The man held on to his throat until everything became limp. The man sighed and got up off of him. The colleague’s neck, his legs and arms. His body was now just a ragdoll.
The man felt the rush with the first swing of the rock. He felt the adrenaline flow in his veins, he felt all of the emotions he had ever felt, and he just released them on the colleague. All the anger, all the pain, all the sadness, it all came out onto the colleague, but the fact is that he enjoyed the rush of emotions. He was okay after, it was as if nothing happened.
The next morning, the man woke up, packed his stuff and drove back to the city. On his way back to his apartment, he formulated a plan to make sure he didn’t get caught.
He went to work and the police were waiting at his desk.
Written by Maya Kaul
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