Bundy’s First and Only Victim
I wondered around the University of Washington in hopes to catch a glimpse of the infamous killer as he stalked out his prey. I just hope he spots me before his first victim. If not, then the mission will be over and so will my career. Who would want to hire a woman who can't be presentable enough for the male gaze?
It wasn't surprising when they selected me for the job. I mean they probably didn't even look at my application, just my head shot. I was right in Bundy's alley. I was skinny and white, but the selling factor was the middle part perfectly placed through my hair. I don't think I have ever had so many men stare at me, but I only want the attention of one pair of eyes, and I have yet to find them.
As I round the corner, back to where I first began to walk, I spotted a new figure sat at a far picnic bench. He had curly brown hair, but his face was hidden away from the world in a book. Someone accidently kicked a trashcan causing the man to come back to reality. His brown eyes instantly found me in the small crowd of students and his mouth fell open slightly. I looked back and smiled warmly.
As soon as he spotted me, I had to wait for an opportunity so he could grab me. I walked down to a local café and grabbed a coffee. The price difference from the 1970 and 2087 was crazy. I sat down by a window so I could look out at the street. I watched as happy teenagers walk around without the influence of social media to limit them expressing their true selves. I picked up the paper cup, brought it to my lips, and sipped the bitter liquid. My nose turned up in disgust. Damnit, I forgot the sugar. I stood up placing my backpack in the chair, so no one took it, and trudged back to the counter.
As I grabbed some sugar packets from the jar, a ring from the shop's bell made my ears perk up. I glanced in that direction only to find Ted Bundy had one hand on the door, book in the other. He gave me a smile, creep. I returned it, being nice for the sake of the mission, and walk back to my table. He bought a coffee and walked to a table in the corner. Smart man, sit with your back to the corner of the room so you can see the whole room and the door. I looked back out the window as the nerves began to set it. This is really happening.
I got lost in my thoughts as time slipped away from me, before I know it the sun had gone down, and the shop owner was sweeping the now empty store. Quickly, I gathered the few belongings I had brought with me and scurried out the door into the chilled Seattle air. As I made my way back to the campus, in hopes that Bundy would be waiting for me, I repeated the instructions over and over in my head. Find Ted, get him alone, and kill him. We only need the head. I finally reached campus. We only need the head. I could hear the traffic from the highway four blocks away. We only need the head. My hand reached out to open the door to the dorms. We only need the, the repeated phrase was interrupted by a cold hand on my upper arm. When I glanced up to the source, my eyes were meet with brown ones and a crooked smile. Before I could react, everything went black. SHIT.
When I woke back up, I was in the back seat of a car. It smelled of cigarettes and cheap whiskey. Ted was in the front seat, but we weren't going anywhere. Instead, he was turned around flashing me that smile I had seen in his file during my weeks of training. The smile I had studied. "You are perfect," he spoke out sweetly as if his intentions weren't to murder me. I stayed quiet not giving him the satisfaction he wanted. "Well, aren't you going to say something?" He was getting angry. His face altered from the smiling one into one of pure anger. He flew out of the car at my silence and swung open the back door to climb in the seat with me. He grabbed my legs, pinned them between his thighs, and unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down my legs with my underwear. he grabbed my hands so I couldn't fight back. "YOU BITCH, AREN'T YOU SCARED??"
I looked up at him with the most innocent look I could pull and spoke softly, "Oh Ted, why are you so quick to anger? Is my lack of begging making you mad?" He looked at me with a paled-out expression. His grip loosened on my hands, and in a quick move I punched him square in the face. He fell back and landed on the ground outside of the car. I grabbed the folded knife out of my pocket and plunged it into his leg to ensure that he can't escape. I pulled my pants back up.
"How did you know my name?" He winced in pain as I stabbed the other leg for safe measure. I gave him back the same crazed smile that he had been flashing me all day as I grabbed the keys from his pocket. "Hey, what are you doing??" He looked in my direction as I walked around to his trunk and popped it open.
"Typical. You really didn't want to get caught, huh? You grabbing my bag is a real pussy move. So scared of getting caught so early into your rein? Well, now you won't even get to kill one person." I picked up my bag and opened it to get out the revolver. His eyes were wide as he watched my every move, pain evident on his dirty face. "You had killed so many innocent females, yet your name is the one known by the world. Ted Bundy, the man who killed 30 women before getting caught," His eyes widened at the mention of his full name, but he smirked at the title. "But I'm here to make sure that you never live to have that satisfaction." I pointed the revolver right at his heart, "Best job ever," and with my finale words I pulled the trigger and sent a bullet straight though his chest. I dropped the gun to dig through my belongings for the saw that I needed to remove his head and when I found it, I got to work.
After what felt like an eternity, I was standing with his head in one hand and my homing beacon in the other. I pressed the return button and waited to be teleported back. I stood with all my weight on my left leg, Ted's head leaking blood down my pant leg. I felt a tingling sensation come over me and I blacked for a second to come back to consciousness in the white lab I had once become familiar with. On the other side of the glass wall, I could see my boss starting at me. I raised the detached head and gave the crooked smile that was engraved into mine and everyone began clapping.
"Oh my God, she fucking did it." My Boss whispered with a pleased, yet shocked, look plastered on his face.