Closed Case “This is the Zodiac speaking, killing should not be a crime… Is it all fair game yes? I mean why can we kill children before they are even born, but we can not kill a man who has done wrong without justification? Then some random people judge if you have a strong case or not. Disgusting I am here to help cleanse the world. Slaughter the people who have done wrong and make them my slaves in the afterlife..” ~The Zodiac Smiling, I sealed the paper in an envelope. This was how I would make San Francisco fear me. The Zodiac hiding in the shadows who punished those who sinned against the killer. “They will never know” The pitiful attempts at catching me makes me wonder why the people of San Francisco even have any sense of security. …show more content…
Bryan Hartnell and Cecelia Shepard were picnicking on the small island that was there, but they did not know what was coming for them that chilling September night. I am surprised they did not run sooner, I was wearing my symbol and an executioner type hood… I mean after all isn’t that what I am like? An executioner? My grip on my gun tightened as I saw them in the distance, shaking the thoughts from my head I walked up to them, telling both of them that I was an escaped convict and I needed money and their car to go to Mexico. I pulled out pre-cut clothesline and ordered Shepard to tie Hartnell up before I did the same to her. She did as asked, probably knowing that her life was seconds away from ending if she did not comply. I drew my knife and smiled, stabbing them both repeatedly, the girl first, the man watched as his lover was murdered before his eyes, and there was nothing he could do to save her life. She was dead now, and him, well he was a wreck sobbing and cursing at me. That all changed when I grabbed his throat. Screams of anger became screams of fear. “Help!” He screamed for aid, but no one was out there. No one except their killer. “Shut up.” my voice was harsh, making him scream louder. I couldn’t let anyone see me, I needed to make him hold his tongue, and quickly. So I kicked him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of