Serial Killer On The Run

Newly married couple life ended tragically !

Couple identified as Prakash(30) and Anita(29) were found with their throats slit in their car on King’s road late last night. Authorities say that the couple were out for dinner and were driving back home when the incident occurred, making their murders the tenth and eleventh to occur on that road in the last month. The number of murders were quickly escalating and the police warned the public to avoid that road.

“King’s road is very long and has many diversions. By next month we will be installing CCTV which would cover the entire stretch. We are doing all we can to prevent further incidents, but we currently lack the manpower. We advise the public to avoid the road at all costs,”

The police in charge said.

“We have a partial description of the serial killer according to a few witnesses. We would like to stress on the fact that this description is only based on reports we have received and may not be 100% accurate.”

From eyewitness’ statements, a description of the serial killer has been released.

The report said,

“ Due to the strength required to commit the murders, we believe the murder to be a male of considerable height, around or a bit more than six feet. He should be athletically built. If anyone sees or hears anything, please call us on 93*****00.”

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She read the article from the newspaper lying in her dashboard. Once, twice, thrice. Sweat trickled down her back and she jumped every time she heard a sound.
Checking, again, to see if her doors were locked, she turned off the car light. ‘I knew I shouldn’t have taken this road!’ She thought, ‘how can I be so stupid?’

She was late and needed to be back home soon. But something, some feeling made her take the shortcut through King’s road. And by some cruel trick of fate, her car tyre burst and she was too scared to get out and fix it.

“What a day to forget my mobile phone at office!” she punched the steering wheel.

The horn sounded, letting the entire world hear her location. Her blood left her face. She was dead now. Seeing no other option, she waited, and waited. How worse the day can get? Since she lived alone it’s highly unlikely someone will come in search of her.

Almost an hour later, a pair of headlights became visible up the road, and slowly the car made its way towards her. She prayed the car would continue and not stop.

It was a Honda Amaze which stopped in front of her and the engine was turned off. Out stepped a tall man above 6 ft and he looked athletic.

“A male of considerable height, around or a bit more than six feet.”

Those words from the newspaper flashed though her mind. The man came up to her side of the window and tapped it. She figured the best thing to do was continue to stare ahead and ignore him.

“I’m Akhil. Do you need help with your car?” His voice somehow sent shivers down her spine.

“No thanks,” she managed to squeeze out, “I’m just waiting for my husband.”

He laughed. “Look , I was just passing by when I saw your flat tyre. You need my help. Either I help you or you’ll get caught by that killer… murderer.. or whatever.”

She was adamant, “I’m fine. Really. You can leave now.”

“And leave a poor helpless lady alone in a crime prone area? What kind of a person do you think I am?” he joked. “You can sit inside if you want. Lock your doors. I’m going to change your tyre.” With that, he set out to work.

She remained frozen in her seat. She knew the situation was dangerous, she could feel it. And she was alone with him. And she was terrified.



* * *

The voices had returned to the annoyance. The voices which couldn’t be muted,no matter what, they couldn’t be turned out. Trying to fight them was a losing fight.

“Come on, just do it,” One taunted.

“It’s not like you’ll get caught. The newspaper article doesn’t matter. You won’ t get caught. You never got caught.”

“The police won’t find you. You can clear the scene better this time.”

“This is the last time. We promise. One last time and we’ll leave.”

“Come one, last time. The last time. This time we mean it.”

* * *

“This Etios Cross looks new. You mind if I do a test drive post fixing your tyre?” He grinned.

“No.”

“No, its not new? Or no, I can’t ride it?” He laughed.

“Both.”

“You’re not much of a talker are you?”

She didn’t reply.

This worked for a while. She was quiet and glued to her seat while he hummed a tune while fixing her car.

“You are pretty. Are you a model?”

She didn’t reply. But then again, he didn’t expect her to.

“You said your husband is on the way. Where is he? Probably you should call him’ he said.

This stopped her on tracks. Did he notice that there was no mobile phone near her?

She started feeling lightheaded. She had to get out now. She clutched onto the steering wheel and struggled to keep herself inside the car. But black spots were appearing in front of her eyes and she had no other option. She grabbed the emergency swiss army knife she kept in her dashboard and hid it in her pocket. Unlocking the door, she stepped out of the frying pan and into the fire…



* * *

New murder on King’s road

Early this morning, passerby’s noticed a Honda Amaze stopped by the side of the road. Only on closer inspection did they find the body in the driver’s seat with the neck slashed.

There was a flat tire thrown on the side of the road.

The victim has been identified as Akhil, a gym instructor.

 

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