ERedBoyd
It's all in ur head
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Harold Hugh Holmes kept a tight grip on his large briefcase as he stepped out of the darkened alley of New Chicago onto the main streets back towards his business office. He had done it again. He could still feel the last desperate breath of his latest victim as he stared down at the flailing body he had pinned to the floor in her small little condo. God it had been such a fucking rush watching the life go out of her small little body.
HH Holmes smiled as he glanced up the main street seeing his building just up ahead. He turned in his high end business suit, dress shoes, and nice tie, he headed towards his job. He was a cosmetic surgeon of all things and he had developed quite the reputation of turning trash into... well... expensive looking trash in all honesty. He hated his job there was no doubt, but there was a LOT of money to be made in physical appearance so he did it for a living though it never made him happy.
Stopping at the news stand, he noticed the headlines of the New Chicago Times and picked it up. 'Chicago Ripper strikes again! City in shock as Central High School teacher Annette Williams found sliced up in ally behind the Red Ribbon club. Police have been hesitant to talk about crime but...."
HH Holmes just smiled, folded the paper up and slid it into his briefcase next to Annette Williams school badge and his knife kits, then headed up to his office.
"Hello Bob!" HH said as he passed through security.
Robert Thurman was the 70 year old security officer who was a front desk officer for the Conway Tower Complex. The dark skinned man looked up at him and smiled and wave, "Holmes! You looking good."
"Feeling good Bob! Feeling good!" He said as he turned and darted a few steps to the elevator that was about to close saying, "Hold the elevator please!"
A soft sheer delicate hand reached out and pressed on the doors and caused them to open up. As he stepped in, he looked down at saw her... With a grin he held out his hand and said, "Why... hello there, my name is HH. I haven't seen you around here before, may I have the pleasure of your name?"
HH Holmes smiled as he glanced up the main street seeing his building just up ahead. He turned in his high end business suit, dress shoes, and nice tie, he headed towards his job. He was a cosmetic surgeon of all things and he had developed quite the reputation of turning trash into... well... expensive looking trash in all honesty. He hated his job there was no doubt, but there was a LOT of money to be made in physical appearance so he did it for a living though it never made him happy.
Stopping at the news stand, he noticed the headlines of the New Chicago Times and picked it up. 'Chicago Ripper strikes again! City in shock as Central High School teacher Annette Williams found sliced up in ally behind the Red Ribbon club. Police have been hesitant to talk about crime but...."
HH Holmes just smiled, folded the paper up and slid it into his briefcase next to Annette Williams school badge and his knife kits, then headed up to his office.
"Hello Bob!" HH said as he passed through security.
Robert Thurman was the 70 year old security officer who was a front desk officer for the Conway Tower Complex. The dark skinned man looked up at him and smiled and wave, "Holmes! You looking good."
"Feeling good Bob! Feeling good!" He said as he turned and darted a few steps to the elevator that was about to close saying, "Hold the elevator please!"
A soft sheer delicate hand reached out and pressed on the doors and caused them to open up. As he stepped in, he looked down at saw her... With a grin he held out his hand and said, "Why... hello there, my name is HH. I haven't seen you around here before, may I have the pleasure of your name?"