I Kill Black

Chapter 3

Seth, seated in the middle of the break room, had just finished his not so appetizing lunch from the prison cafeteria, he had a wheat sliced bread as stale has old saltine crackers, meatloaf, mashed potatoes and gravy, boiled corn, and a fruit drink to top it all off.

"Break time is over, it is time to head back", Mark, one of the two police officers present with Seth in the break room said. Mark was a large man in stature, had long thick black hair that made you want to run your hands through it, he was one of the police officers that caught Seth red-handed while he was with his last victim.

"What are we having for dinner?", Seth responded he was already thinking of his next meal because he hadn't satisfied his hunger yet.

"Spaghetti and meatballs"

"Hmm," Seth has he stood up to head back to the interview room.

A narrow pathway led to the bolted door of the interview room. Mark approaches the door and walks in first, followed by Seth, and lastly the last police officer, Mike. Mike was an elderly man of average height, his dark skin shined from miles away, he had been working as police for fifteen years now and had seen many terrible things, but, none compared to the horrible things Seth had done.

Seth takes a seat, the chair holds gone cold due to the absence of Seth's buttocks for the past thirty minutes. Mark and Mike resumed their positions behind James. James had still been seated on his chair and had nothing for lunch.

"Okay Seth, let's get straight to it, visitors time hours will soon be over, James said. He was more than ready to get this over with. "What prompted your first kill?" James asked.

"It was an important day at work, the day I was meant to get promoted to a senior web developer. I had practiced my speech, got out my best suit. I looked damn good in that suit. That morning I got to work early, sat down in the break room and waited for our daily morning meeting in anticipation of getting promoted. Andre.... Andre Johnson was chosen that morning as the senior web developer. Andre was one of the five other junior web developers in the company. I was so pissed, all of the anger and hate I had towards the African Americans flooded my emotions. I-"

"Could you describe Andre Johnson?", James asked.

"He was a smallish black man, low cut, wore glasses, he was the same age as me.", Seth answered curiously why James wanted to know the description of the man he had just mentioned."

"And he was your first kill?"

"Yes he was", Seth still curious, "why did you ask for his description?"

"Andre Johnson was my cousin", James replied.

Seth was speechless, the room remained in silence for a few minutes as James restrained himself from crying as the picture of his cousin's dead body flashed before him.

"How did you kill him?", James' voice broke, it was clear he could burst into tears if he let himself go.

Seth had no remorse whatsoever, he answered "I knew I was going to kill him right there in the meeting room, the anger I felt was different, it was stronger, more intense and it felt good. After work, I approached him and asked him out for drinks to celebrate his promotion. We went downtown to the "Big Duke Pub" because it was close to work and my house but far from his house. I got him as drunk as I could. The night was over and I offered for him to come to stay the night at my place, he agreed. It was not up to five minutes after arriving in my place, I had a knife down his throat, continually twisting has he gasped for air, blood spilling from his mouth and blood leaking from the side of his neck where the entrance of the knife was located. He spilled blood over the living room marble floor."

James shut his eyes as he remembered seeing the deep knife cut on his cousin's neck. A tear rolled down his eyes, but he soon regained his composure.

"How did you feel after this?"

"I was scared of getting caught but at the same time I felt good, it felt like a load had been lifted off my shoulders, the feeling of subduing my enemy made me feel powerful and I wanted more, so that is what I did, I went out and got more," Seth said.

"How did you hide the dead bodies?"

"After I killed Andre, I went out and got a blue tarp and wrapped his body up. I had to wait till it was midnight, although my house was isolated, I had to be extra careful. That night I dumped Andre's body over the bridge into the river. I also buried them some of my other victims when they come over, and if I went to their place and they lived alone, I just killed them and left the body there."

"Where did you find  your victims?"

"Some from work, pubs, on the streets, I even went to a church, four of my victims are from the "Riversville house of God". It is interesting how many people in the church are down to have a one night stand."

"After you killed them did you feel repulsed it upset with yourself?"

"No, as I said, it was addictive, gave me a surge of energy to be in a position to dominate my oppressors."

"Feel any remorse?"

"No", Seth responded with a blank expression on his face.

"Do you think you are evil?"

Seth paused for a moment before answering that question

"Aren't we all?" he responded at last  " I believe we are all evil given the right scenario"

"Do you believe your childhood shaped you?"

"Of Course it did, a hundred percent. If my parents had just a little patience and waited for me to come along, I would not have had to share my parents with a bunch of niggers" Seth answered has his voice became a little bit louder and filled with emotion.

"Should anyone feel sorry for you because of your childhood?"

"No... Hell no. I hate pity."

"How did you get caught?"

"I had picked up a lady at the bar, Natasha, Natasha Fields. She was one of the few black women I actually found attractive. She had clear skin, beautiful long legs, and a fat ass. We headed back to her place, I asked her if she had a roommate because I noticed she had a room with the door closed, she said no. We kissed as lovers you would only dream of seeing in the movies, right from the entrance to the living room. Then I started strangling Natasha and she struggled to yell for help, I could feel the life slipping away from her body. All of a sudden I got hit from the back of my head, it was a big bang that knocked me right out. To our surprise her sister, Josephine, had come into town to surprise her, she heard as we kissed and made our way through to the living room, she heard her sister struggling to yell for help. I slipped up and Josephine was there to save the day. I had been out for almost an hour, when I woke up I was at the back of the police car. Two other police cars right at our back. I knew it was over for me. I knew I had been caught.

James was deeply immersed in Seth's final answer, he could not believe how someone could possibly be this wicked, yet, not a single bit remorseful.

"Thank you, Seth, for your time today, we have come to the end of the interview," James said. "But before I live, I want you to know you deserve this death sentence because you are such a wicked and vile man. I will be there with my camera crew on your last day, to record your death, the family of the ones you took will see the justice prevail. Goodbye James.

James Mcqueen stood, grabbed his notepad and pen, exited the room as he stomped his feet. He was filled with so much anger and sadness. All he could think of was "what if I was the one?"
Seth was escorted by Mark and Mike to his cell. That night of the interview Seth could help but think of the pain he would experience on his execution day.