Vlog Entry 3
Michelle looks visibly tired from many long hours at work, and some of her makeup has smeared. Her red hair hangs in strands down the sides of her face and head. Her blue eyes gleam with a mix of exhaustion and fear.
“Six months. It’s really been six months since I first started tracking this murderer. I’ve lost count. So many deaths, so many bodies, so many reports, so many hours at work—I need to figure out what makes this guy tick. He’s killed 18 people since my last vlog post. I can barely sleep these days, I mean how can you when you know that there is this creep out there killing and eating people? And it’s your job to stop him, and you feel like you are spending every waking minute trying to get inside his head—and you have no friends, no life outside of work and the occasional video/computer game, and your life is going to hell in a handbasket.
Yup, that’s me, Agent Michelle Preston and that perfectly describes my sucky life. I know the what, where, and when of this guy’s crimes, but I need to know the why.
Why is this guy killing people? He’s clearly organized and methodical, and there must be a reason behind his behavior. His killings must have a pattern; they are too precise to be randomly chosen. These details are so gross, but I need to recount them. Sometimes he eats large parts of the body; other times very specific bones, ligaments, and organs. So these 18 victims? Yeah, every 13 days he kills one, and he’s been changing location. The last one was in Hagerstown, Maryland- that’s so close!
Eighteen victims, is there a reason to this rhyme? The first ten were bitten as follows: all over the wrists, all over the hands, all over the stomach and sides of the stomach (all over the thighs; their entire throat; an ovary; just the occipital artery; a kidney; marrow inside the bones, but only the fat cells rather than the hematopoietic tissue; the membrane of the abdominal cavity from the liver to the greater curvature of the of the stomach; and the longer bone of the forearm.
Wait, there must be some pattern. The killer goes from general to specific. Going after the ovaries and stomach, is he obsessed with the birthing process? Wait— that makes no sense- the wrists, throat, bone marrow, and hands have nothing to do it. Does he have an obsession about sex? No, most of these targeted parts have nothing to do with it; this guy isn’t a sexual killer. Is he going for a biological pattern? I think he may be targeting organs according to their role in the circulatory system, but he’s skipping some parts; so that can’t be it. Wait—all of these parts are affected by cancer, so he could be targeting cancerous parts of the body; maybe he’s some kind of “angel of mercy” or he’s imitating cancers. No, no no! That’s ludicrous! arrghhh!
Oh god, what am I doing? I’m trying to get the facts to confirm to these stupid theories rather than looking at the facts. Let me see, let’s look again at what organs he targeted. The wrist, the hands, the abdomen, thighs, throat, ovary, occipital artery, kidney, yellow marrow, and omentum. Then the next eight: ulna, face, brain, intestine, gallbladder, illiacus, ribs, and lips. What is the relation?
Wait….how about the first letters? Yeah, I haven’t thought of that. Let’s see: W-H-A-T-T-O-O-K-Y-O-U-F-B-I-G-I-R-L. WHAT—TOOK—YOU—FBI—GIRL. What took you, FBI Girl?
Michelle’s voice reaches a fever pitch as she first lets out a nervous laugh as she solves the puzzle. She then places the palms of her hands on her cheeks, her mouth hangs open, and her eyes bulge in fear.
Jesus…Christ…Oh…God…Oh…God! He’s talking to me! He’s sending a message through his victims to me. He must have wanted me all along? But, there’s no way he could have known that I would have taken the case, that’s just not possible! How could he have known? Why me?
Calm down, calm down. Hold your breath. Count to ten.
God, if this isn’t the worst thing ever! But, strangely enough, all of a sudden I just got this bizarre letter today from a classified government agency. I need to hunt this guy down, but this can’t be a coincidence. I need to figure out what’s going on. I’m going to get my boss to approve me checking it out tomorrow, we’ll see how that goes.
I don’t know if I’m going to get any sleep. Jesus."
The camera turns off and cuts to black.