Chapter 24 - Hero (2/2)

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A couple hours later, Alex finally awoke to find he was at the police station. His fingers were wrapped in bandages and they hurt like hell. He groaned in pain as the senior detective walked up to him and threw a wrapped up knife on the desk.

”We've already run tests on this knife and confirmed it was the same knife used in 6 brutal killings. Your finger prints are all over it. Are you going to tell us why you did it?”

Alex sucked up his pain and smirked, ”I guess God wanted me to...”

He looked up at the clock and it was just past midnight. He didn't make it to April.

”Did you catch the guys that broke my fingers. I want to sue them?” Alex asked, trying to change the subject.

”There were no signs of anyone else in that warehouse. For all we know, you fell and broke them yourself,” the detective smirked. He quite enjoyed this poetic justice. This man would never be able to pick up a knife again.

”Well, I saw him clearly! Halia saw him too,” Alex yelled.

”I told you already. There were no signs of anyone else. You have no evidence. Plus, Halia isn't sober enough to act as a witness. You'll just have to accept that your killing spree is over,” the detective said as he returned the conversation to the main point.

”Now, tell me why and how you killed these 6 women,” he said as he placed 6 photos on the desk.

Alex leaned back on his chair. He wasn't afraid of getting caught. If this was his fate, then he was going to accept it. Plus, he was proud of what he had done.

So, he cleared his throat and began telling his story; about how he was kicked out of medical school and shunned by his ex-girlfriend; how he watched a daughter visit her mother dressed like she was going on a blind date, just so she could impress the doctors; how the girl from the IT department almost knocked him over as she ran to catch a glimpse of Dr. Su's lecture. How they ignored him like he didn't exist!

He then told him about the waitress at the cafe near the hospital. He had visited that place often, but she only ever served the doctors and never once asked him where he worked or what he did. In fact, she didn't even recognize him when he appeared at the bubble tea shop she visited every morning before work and poured something down her straw.

”I had to teach her a lesson,” he said as he stared at the woman's photo coldly.