Bill Fredericks is a 26 year old with a psychology degree, a bag of money, some maps, a butcher knife and a mission. He sets off on a cross country journey guided only by a handful of maps from which he chooses his direction. Along the way he finds, and stabs, innocent individuals who happen to be alone and in obscure enough locations to prevent immediate detection. A single stab wound by a generic butcher knife soon earns him the nickname “The Butcher” as the body count rises. Confidence or narcissism causes him...
Bill Fredericks is a 26 year old with a psychology degree, a bag of money, some maps, a butcher knife and a mission. He sets off on a cross country journey guided only by a handful of maps from which he chooses his direction. Along the way he finds, and stabs, innocent individuals who happen to be alone and in obscure enough locations to prevent immediate detection. A single stab wound by a generic butcher knife soon earns him the nickname “The Butcher” as the body count rises. Confidence or narcissism causes him to believe he has left no evidence connecting him to any, let alone all, of the victims. He recounts his effort to become the most prolific serial killer to never be discovered. Despite his capture, the discovery of his butcher knife, the bag of money and the maps which all circumstantially point to his guilt, he is convinced he will be found not guilty of 27 murders. Only a court date and a psychological evaluation stand between him and freedom to resume his journey into the annals of serial killer stardom.
They say you never forget your first. Well, I remember my first, sort of. I remember she was female. I no longer remember her name though I am not sure I actually ever took the time to get to learn it despite the fact I had heard it on the news once or twice. I don't even remember exactly where I found her, I believe it was somewhere in Georgia. I do, however, distinctly remember the first time I put a knife in another human being. I was in my mid 20’s. I was driving down the road in some two bit little town. It was dark. It was late and I had nothing but the silence of an unused radio to accompany me. I spotted her on the side of the road hitchhiking. I thought to myself “didn’t her parents ever tell her that hitchhiking wasn't safe” and slowly pulled over to the side of the road. She walked to the passenger window. I pressed the button controlling the passenger window on the driver side door. The window rolled down and she approached slowly.
"Hey can I get a lift?" she asked with some hesitation in her voice.
"Where are we headed?" I asked rather coyly.
"Anywhere out of here!" She answered enthusiastically.
"Hop in. That is where I am headed", I lied.
She began to somewhat nervously climb into the vehicle and glanced over at me. I suspect she was sizing me up. I'm not a big man. Most people would not report feeling intimidated upon meeting me the first time in that I don't look particularly imposing. We both glanced at the map that lay on the passenger seat. It was the map I was currently using to find my way in and out of wherever it was I was going on that particular day. I picked it up, folded it and moved it to the back seat. She climbed in. I remember that she was petite. She was not really that tall, probably five feet tall maybe closer to five foot two. She might have weighed 125 pounds soaking wet. She had shoulder length auburn hair, striking hazel eyes and a figure that most women would be proud to have possessed. Curves were where curves belonged and there was nothing extra where anything extra didn't need to be. She had a nice smile. Her teeth were straight. Her teeth were white. She relaxed comfortably into the passenger seat and closed the door beside her.
"So, got a name?" She asked.
"They call me Bill" I replied.
"That short for William?" she asked with a little bit of a twang in her voice reinforcing the fact we were in the southern part of the country. I really hadn't noticed her accent until she said William the way she did.
"No, just Bill"
I reached down with my right hand and placed the vehicle in drive. I slowly accelerated and began to ease off the shoulder of the road. There was nothing but highway ahead of us. The glow of the headlights pierced the darkness as we drove toward whatever the future held for us. The reality is I knew exactly what the future held for her. The sad reality for her was she had no idea this would be the last time anyone would spend any time with her alive. As I accelerated through the gears and approached a very legal top speed of 55 mph on this dark headlight lit curving road through some remote part of some rural southern state, conversation drifted to a halt. I didn’t speak to her. She didn’t speak to me. We just continued our drive. It was nearing 10:30 PM when I glanced over to the right and noticed that my passenger was asleep.