Kate's Chronicles Part 1 - The Beginning by Amy Fisher amyfisher1984@gmail.com She needed to kill again. Her hands had started to tingle, involuntarily clenching and unclenching. She entered her bedroom and closed the bedroom behind her. Kate Adams was a 26 year old, single mother of an 8 year old son. Her husband, a high school teacher had died 6 years ago under mysterious circumstances. The police could only figure out the cause of death which was manual strangulation. Other than that, they always drew a blank and the case has remained unsolved ever since. The bizarre killings had started then and had not stopped since. Sometimes, there would be as many as 10 murders in a single month. So far, 83 people killed, all males, all strangled manually and now the police were convinced the killer was a woman. Only problem, not a single clue as to who the perpetrator was. No fingerprints, nothing. She had to dress as quickly as possible and leave the house. She had to be as silent as possible, not intending to wake her son, James sleeping in the other room. She did not want to leave him alone in the house for any length of time but now she had no choice. She was 'hungry' and her 'prey' was waiting. As she put on her costume, her thoughts were somewhere else, her first kill to be exact. Adam had just come back from school and flopped on the couch, asking his young wife for a cup of tea. Married just a couple of years ago, he was 32 years old while she was just 20. She was the most beautiful woman anyone had laid eyes on, while he was balding, overweight and a slob to boot. Needless to say, he was the happiest man on earth; if only for a little while; while she was the unhappiest woman. Fate had landed these two together, it seemed forever. Even under such trying circumstances, God had blessed them with a child 2 years ago but that did not stop the shouting, cussing and on occasions physical tussle with the husband always coming on top leaving the woman battered and bruised. She joined gym and started working out, slowly building her strength, physical as well as mental. She had to keep her frustrations in check. She had wanted to divorce his sorry ass a long time ago, but she now had a child to think about. No, she would confront him on her own terms. "Kate, you bitch," bellowed Adam, I want a cup of coffee now. No answer. "Damn you woman," he jumped out of the sofa and went into the bedroom. It was empty. He could feel his anger building. He would teach this cunt a lesson. The front door opened and Kate in her gym clothes jogged into the drawing room just as Adam came out of the bedroom, spewing profanities in all directions. He stopped short, seeing his wife in sports bra and shorts, a pair of black leather gloves were the only anomaly. Adam thought it was strange but did not pursue the matter. He had other things on his mind. "Why are you dressed like that, woman and since when do you work out," he screamed at her. Trying to keep her temper in check, Kate ignored him and went to the fridge to fetch a drink for herself. "Answer me, you bitch," he roared. "Why can't you talk like a normal person, you jerk, and I will dress anyway I want to dress. It's none of your business." "It seems like you need another beating, well nothing gives me more pleasure." "Take one more step towards me and I swear you will regret it for the rest of your life." "What are you going to do, you whore," he advanced towards her. "Oh well, you asked for it Adam," she said in a quiet voice and stood still. Before Adam could slap her, Kate's right hand flashed forward and even before he could react, she had grabbed him by the throat lifting him bodily off his feet with just one hand and slamming him against the wall, her hand still fastened around his throat. A one handed throat lift, if you will. "You know Adam, I have been waiting for this day for a long time, now," she tightened her grip. "It will be so easy for me to kill you right now with my bare hands," she lowered him to the ground and her left hand gripped his neck in 2 handed strangle hold, her thumbs on his Adam's apple. "I'll kill you and then I'll vanish taking James with me. The cops won't find any fingerprints and I won't get caught," she laughed tightening her grip. "Let me go or you will be sorry Kate," he tried desperately to free himself but could not. She was very strong. "Maybe I will carry on killing men this way," she carried on as if she had not heard him. "I do find it exhilarating choking you to death right now. What do you say, Adam, should I become a serial killer?" "Please don't kill me, Kate, I beg of you. I will never put my hands on you again." "I will call myself the 'Blond Strangleress'," she continued. "You know what, I might even make a costume for myself, will you help me Adam," a smile plastered on her beautiful face. "Kate please don't kill me," Adam wheezed. He knew he had no chance against this woman, his own wife, the mother of his child. Kate pushed him to the ground, not relinquishing her two handed grip around his throat and sat heavily on his chest. "Well Adam," she kept smiling, "I told you not to do anything stupid or you would regret it for the rest of your life. Well, I should have mentioned that you have a very short life, bud." Kate tightened her grip even more now. Adam's eyes started bulging out of his socket, his hands tightly gripping her wrists to pry them away from around his neck to no effect. Slowly, his eyes closed and his breath stopped. Kate had never stopped smiling. The memories were rushing in now. Standing in front of the mirror naked, Kate felt a deep sense of satisfaction at knowing what she was capable of. She would do it again tonight. She put on her black leather skirt and a white sleeveless top and black boots. Minimal makeup, her blond hair tied up in a ponytail. She hitched the skirt a little lower on her hips and looked again in the mirror. She silently entered her son's room and without waking him up, kissed him lightly on the forehead. She would be back in a couple of hours, she was certain. She was ready. She got into her silver Jaguar and headed for the bar, her favourite. Now, if only she got lucky and she found what she was looking for. It was already 10 o' clock at night and she didn't have much time on her hands. She reached the bar and parked her car some distance away from the entrance. There was no point in making anyone remember her or her car when it mattered. Kate slowly got out of the car, hitched her skirt lower still on her hips, she was afraid and hoping that the skirt would fall off her hip, and entered the bar. As soon as she entered, Kate had seen the man she wanted for the night. Sitting by himself, the handsome man was wearing a white shirt and blue blazer with black trousers and a tie. Dark black hair parted in the middle, he seemed to be alone. Kate grabbed an empty stool in a corner and sat ordering a beer and trying to look everywhere. She knew she had to get the man's attention and fast. He was sitting alone and she decided to make the move. Coming off a terrible divorce a few days back, Ricky was an emotional mess at the present moment. He sat nursing his beer and contemplating his future course of action, not really paying attention to the present when a sweet, sensual voice startled him out of his reverie. "May I sit down and have a drink with you," the voice came from somewhere in front of him. Ricky looked up and saw the woman and his jaws dropped. She had to be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. He looked up and down at her starting from the head full of blond hair, ample cleavage, her white sleeveless top, her ample muscular midriff, her muscular arms, her leather skirt which had ended mid thigh and finally the leather gloves she was wearing. She looked strong and she was a beauty. Ricky sent up a silent prayer. "Of course, please have a seat. I am Ricky," he smiled "Hi, I am Kate. Nice to meet you Ricky," she smiled back. "Can't see a ring on your finger, single are you, Ricky?" "Divorced matter of fact," he replied, "You." "Widow, single mom" she laughed as if she was teasing him. Ricky laughed too, thinking that she was just joking with him and took a big swig from his glass when Kate got up and leaned closer to his ear and whispered something. "Why don't we meet in the alley in the back of the bar? It's too crowded in here," without giving him a chance to respond, Kate had walked off and exited the bar. Ricky plonked some money on the table and hurried after her. He was having a tough time locating her when a Jag screeched to a halt in front of him. "Get in, fast, we are going for a ride," it was Kate. Ricky got in the front passenger seat and Kate drove off. She had to move fast. Her time was limited. She drove the car for about half an hour, leaving the heart of the city behind her and entering the suburbs. She did not say a word to Ricky. Finally he blurted out, "Where are we going?" "Just another minute, you'll see, it's a quiet and nice place." They finally reached their destination after about 10 more minutes. A wooded, secluded area some distance away from the city. No one was about. They were alone. Kate got out of the car and Ricky followed her. A little distance away from the car, they found a big tree and he leaned on the huge trunk, his hands on her waist and her hands on his shoulders, kissing each other passionately. Kate quickly took off her top and stood before him topless. She wasn't wearing a bra. "Nice," Ricky thought to himself. He took of his blazer and his tie and resumed kissing her. "Ricky, when I said I was a widow and a single mother, I was not lying," she withdrew and took both his hands in hers and placed them on her bare breasts. "Actually I killed my husband with my bare hands, choked him to death, just like I am going to strangle you to death now." Before Ricky could react, Kate grabbed his neck with both her hands and pushed him to the floor, his hands still firmly placed on her breasts. "You know Ricky," she tightened her grip; "I really like strangling men to death this way. It gives me a sense of satisfaction and dominance over them. What do you think?" "Kate, what are you doing? Leave me alone," Ricky wheezed having difficulty breathing. He let go of her breasts and grabbed both her wrists, trying with all his strength to keep them away from his throat. "Oh God, how strong is this woman?" he thought to himself and experienced an orgasm. "You like this don't you Ricky," smiled Kate as she felt Ricky having a fit. "Maybe now I will moan with pleasure." She removed her left hand from Ricky's neck, adjusting her right into a one handed stranglehold and started massaging her breasts with her left hand. "Come on, baby, time for you to die," she hissed and tightened her death grip even more. Ricky, by now was having difficulty breathing. Then it stopped. Kate had completely closed his windpipe with just a one handed grip. Ricky's body began to convulse and twitch as the oxygen was completely cut off from his brain. He lost consciousness and stopped twitching. Kate held on for another couple of minutes, making absolutely sure that he was dead. Slowly removed her hand from Ricky's throat and held her index finger under his nose. He was definitely dead. She had no doubt. She stood up and started looking for her top, a smile creasing her face. "Job well done," she said to herself, finding her top and putting it on. As she was getting into her car, she thought to herself to give her father a visit in the immediate future. She would have a good time there. "Very soon," she chuckled and drove off.