The murder card

Dear diary, Still I am working my same old hectic job, as if everything were normal. I switch between retail and murder descriptions. I can’t decide which is worse… By now I should have switched job positions, like everyone did, but for some unknown reason, I’m still right where I was at the beginning. Don’t know if this is on purpose or not. I must admit, the murder descriptions are getting to me. I stared noticing sorrow in those who have lost a loved one, pain of not being able to prevent it. I see animal rage in the eyes of the killers, lust for more in so many of them. I think about my fiancée Richard a lot, lately. If I only knew the real reason of his death it would give me some closure. I use to think he was the best thing that has happened to me, that I could never be happy after he passed. But now, since my point of view changed, since the influence of Ian in my life, I’m starting to see things in different light. Like they say, when you lose someone, memory of your relationship with that person gets foggy and you only remember the good and forget the bad. That sure was true in my case. Up until now, I only remembered and fantasized about pleasant memories I had of Richard, which made me miss him terribly. But the closer I have gotten to Ian, the more I was able to remember my relationship with Richard for what it really was. Things weren’t always so rosy and perfect after all. He was temperamental, always getting mad over little unimportant things. For instance, if the bread wasn’t the right brand, he would refuse to eat it and would throw it away. Or if we were in a restaurant he would scream at the waiter if his meal wasn’t exactly what he pictured. How could I forget the times he would criticize my body, call me fat or ugly. I only seem to remember times when he told me how beautiful I was. But when he was in a good mood, he was wonderful. Sweet, considerate, loving and amazing in bed. But looking back now, I realize, the relationship wasn’t good. We fought almost every day, over some trivial nonsense. It’s funny how the brain works, forgetting all the bad and only remembering the good. Making me think he was a perfect match for me and that we were perfect together. He was big part of my life and made and influence on me and he will never be forgotten. But now I realize, we would have never worked put and eventually, everything would crumble. We were just to much alike, temperamental, inpatient, stubborn and irritable. I guess I finally got over my loss and by that I can finally see what kind of man would be a good match for me, someone similar to Ian. In the dark of the night and coldness of the air, my head sobered up and made me realize these things. I was walking towards our hideout because Rei had big news to share with all of us. I go down, deep underground, when I see everyone nervously waiting for me, so Rei could finally share his big news. I see Ian, looking more stressed and pale than ever before. I wish there was something I could do, but only one thing will help. I sit next to Ian and before I was able to say anything, Rei stars to speak. Immediately, he shows us what he found. He turns on the screen, revealing a young, stunning woman. We see footage of her, being harsh and intimidating to EasyWay employees. Making them fear her for some reason. She was dressed in vintage business attire, a reminder of the thirties of the previous century. Heels so high they were almost like ballerina shoes. She held a perfect posture, with perfect makeup and perfectly tied hair bun. She looked radiant, better than anyone. And somewhat familiar. I instantly had a feeling I’ve seen her somewhere before but I couldn’t remember where. Soon, it became apparent, she was the one everyone answered to. She demanded respect. Each time someone wanted to speak, they were obligated to raise their hands and wait to be called. Each only had two minutes to do so. She didn’t like the outfit of one man, so he was given a choice. Either to give his resignation or to continue the meeting completely nude. He chose to keep his job, despite being mortified, which she enjoyed. She seemed a bit young to be the main boss, as she didn’t look a day over twenty-five. So logically, she would have to answer to someone still above her. At least that’s what I thought. She was given reports on just about everything. Sales, advertising, promotions, research they did… Which wasn’t advancing as fast as she wanted. That made her made. She fired the man who was in charge of all the scientific research and blamed him for slow progress. Not much was told about those experiment done on those poor, helpless people. But the name of one experiment was mentioned, called “Bionic man”. But nothing more was said. She was temperamental, which we learned when she stared yelling at one of her employees for no good reason. When he left the room, humiliated, she completely changed. Her voice instantly became softer, she became nicer, almost sweet. She sat down on his chair and turned around towards the woman next to her. She was terrified. She held her hand and kindly promoted to her a position she just made available by firing one of her employees. Scared and shaking, the older woman had no other choice but the graciously accepted her new job. That’s when it hit me. I remembered where I knew her from. A while ago, about four or five months, I was watching history channel when a show about serial killers of the 21st century came up. Having nothing else to do, I watched it. Because it was interesting to me, I remember it very well. There was one killer, known as “The vampire killer”. When his identity was revealed, we learned he was a wealthy man an entrepreneur, who build his fortune as a number one shoe designer of his time. He was worshiped around the globe until he was found guilty of being a serial killer, who was caught after long thirty years. He earned his nickname by extracting the blood of his victims, which he would later drink. He claimed their blood kept him young, even though he looks just his age. He killed all over the globe, that’s why it took the investigators so long to find and capture him. At first murders weren’t connected, as they happened in different countries, different continents. But when one police man found the connection while he was on vacation, things started to unfold. Dozens, even hundreds of people all over the world were murdered in the exact same way, his way. Suffocated, with blood extracted. That’s when the FBI took the case. It took more than half a decade to find him. When he was first charged he pleaded innocent but for some unknown reason he later changed his mind and pleaded guilty. He got sentenced to a life in prison, with no chance of parole. The woman we were all watching on the screen was his daughter. “Lola Alastor!” I yell, startling everyone. I explain them everything. I tell them all about her father and how in the documentary she was portrayed as sad, devastated and fragile daughter of a serial killer. “So, you are saying she’s a descendant of that Lola?” Ian asks. “No. I’m saying that is her. The daughter of The vampire killer. It’s literally her.” I explain my thought. “That’s not possible Addilyn. Even if she were still alive, she wouldn’t look like that. She would be over hundred years old.” Quin answers, as if I’m stupid. “I know how she should look Quin. But clearly she doesn’t look like she’s supposed to.” I say back, a bit irritated. “Come one, how can you possibly think that? And what makes you think that this is actually her?” Rei says with a condescending tone. “I don’t know why or how but I’m sure that this is her. I’m sure of it.” I answer back, not knowing how I will be able to convince everyone else. It does after all sound impossible, but something is telling me that this is in fact her. She looks exactly like she did in that documentary, filmed decades ago. Quin quickly offers an explanation. “You know Addilyn, some people can look exactly like their ancestors. I mean exactly like them. That’s why all those theories of reincarnation or time travel started.” She says. Maybe she is right, I think. “But she looks exactly like her. I mean down to every little detail.” I say, now not so sure. Her mole on her right cheek is the same, her voice, her posture, everything. “No. I am sure it’s her.” I say, standing my ground. Everyone was silent, none knew what to say back to me. “I’ll find her and check, to be sure. But its highly unlikely this is her.” Rei says. “Highly unlikely? So you’re saying that there might be chance that this is her?” I ask him. He thinks about his answer, but eventually he lets me know. “We don’t know what they are capable of. It is possible, that it might be her. But why her? Like I said, I will check out this Lola Alostor and I’ll let you know what I find.” He says, being slightly nicer. “I know this is hard to believe, but something is telling me, this is her.” I tell everyone, trying to change their minds. I remembered her so well from that documentary. She was different from everyone else. They showed a lot of family members of serial killers, and she was the only one who stood out to me. For starters, everyone looked like regular people, but she looked like a superstar, perfect in every way. She was sobbing the most out of everyone, almost too much, like she was overacting, trying to prove something. But throughout the interview, she remained in control, poised and not bothered by any question. Rei quickly finds information about her, which revealed she died, without any children. She was born in 1982, was an only child into a wealthy family. Her mother left the family when she was very young, a toddler and she never saw her again. Her father spoiled her endlessly, giving her everything she wanted. After her father was incarcerated, she took over his business. Because of the serial killer scandal, the company was struggling and eventually it had to be shut down. It appeared her bloodline ended quickly, as both her parents were single children as well. But the woman in the video looked exactly like her. So Quin was of course able to offer a theory. We were watching a clone. If that is correct indeed, it is a remarkable good replica, one we didn’t know was possible to make. An exact copy of the original. No one has ever seen a clone done so well. They have been done, but they all die quick or turn out horribly. Body can be copied well of course, but the mind, that’s the tricky part. That’s where it usually goes wrong in cloning. But she seemed to functioned well. Very well. She appeared smarter than everyone and in control. Which brings us to next question. “If she really is a clone, why her? Why would the government choose to clone her and not someone else?” Ian makes a good point, none seems to be able to answer for now. “You’re right. She didn’t do anything for the world. She was just a shallow socialite, who just wasted money and nothing else.” I say. “Useless.” Quin adds. “ Well, there is something we are missing.” Rei says, pointing out the obvious. “There was something about her. Something we don’t know. We sure will find out what.” He adds, curious about her. His initial research gave us nothing that could indicate why she’s there. Her IQ was average, even for that time. She did know a lot of famous or influential people but it would make more sense to just clone them. She contributed absolutely nothing to the world. Rei soon discovers her medical records, which showed her daily visit to a psychiatrist. She was labeled as severely narcissistic, unable to process any real human emotions or feel empathy. After that we found her old social media accounts. One could say she was the queen of that. She posted daily to millions of followers, which clearly indicated her desperate need for attention. More we found on her, the less interesting she appeared. Nothing but a spoilt rich brat, who only though of herself and no one else. Just as everyone was losing interest, Rei stumbled on something interesting. She did have one significant relationship in her life other than with her father. She had a serious boyfriend, for three years. But their relationship ended when she stabbed him to death in a fit of rage. She was never charged or convicted thanks to the wealth of her family and the brilliance of her team of lawyers. After that ordeal, she continued her life as if nothing happened, traveling the world. Her favorite destination was Valladolid which is in Spain. Beautiful place, but we found no reason why she would so frequently visit it. We also didn’t find any connections between the Alastor family and EasyWay.