Violette and Sam – Part 6: The Survivor, By Bryony Anne

Violette is a quiet, creative girl obsessed with death and the idea of preserving beauty; and secretly the mastermind behind a series of murders which has baffled the local police force. Sam, her only friend, wants no more than to make her happy, though to do this he has become her accomplice. Violette and Sam is a psychological thriller following the lives of these two serial killers. A story of characters and of people affected by, and involved in, murder. Each part of the story focuses on one character, among them the killers themselves, the reaper and the dead.

The Survivor

Violette had long since finished sewing the dress she had been working on for the next girl. She wanted to dress her in lace. Sam didn’t tell her, but he had been finding her more evasive than any of the previous girls had been.

This next girl was Zara, 19 years old and far from home. This new girl had a promising singing career that she was just starting up. Violette had seen in the girl the life and brightness about the eyes of someone who was working towards showing off for a living. She was truly beautiful, with wavy dark hair and a pointed little face. She had a secret drug habit, along with an equally secret gang member boyfriend. He loved her, but his gang didn’t and there was no doubt that her people (family, agent, official boyfriend) would feel an equal animosity toward him and his gang. It was a mess, really, and she was in deep. Her performance would be over just as it began.

Violette’s plan was for Sam to follow her until she was isolated and then cause her the kind of fatal bodily harm that an entire gang would. Her body would then be dumped in the rusted carcass of an old car in the scrap yard. Although Zara herself was a creation entirely of Violette’s own, the death itself was from a book that she had read when she still lived in her father’s big house. It was not one that Sam had bought for her although, unbeknownst to them, it was in fact in the little bookshop on the edge of town.

The truth was that Zara was called Ria and she was from India. She was in England as a student at the local university, studying politics. She wrote for one of the university newspaper and played for their girls’ basketball team. She was intelligent, shrewd and, importantly, she knew when she was being followed.

For a while, all she saw was a black car that always seemed to be hanging around. She noted the plates and stopped going anywhere alone. She didn’t explain to anyone straight away; she wanted the face of her pursuer. She wanted to make sure that it was a stranger before she worried too much. She was leaving a café with three girls from her team and one of their boyfriends when she caught a man in his mid-twenties with a frown getting in the black car.

Of course that was when she informed the police, and she was requested to describe her stalker to the sketch artist. It was the artist himself who recognised the sketch as the same person he had drawn for Lucy. And so, there was a next victim for Lucy’s case.

In order for Ria and Lucy to help each other, the murderer had to be lead to believe that he had the opportunity to kill her. This would be so that Lucy could catch him, theoretically taking away any possible doubt that he was the Lace Killer.

Ria began leaving the house alone again, although only when she knew the police were watching her. They just had to hope that they weren’t the only ones watching her.

It took three instances of her leaving the house alone before Sam cornered Ria in an ally. It was dusk and there were few people around. He was well practiced in sneaking up on girls; she never would have seen the first blow. It would have knocked her out so that she wouldn’t shout in pain as he beat her to a bloody pulp. But, while she may have had little idea that he was there, Lucy and her team were watching and waiting for the right moment. He was just reaching for the baseball bat in his bag when five armed police officers in bullet proof vests caught him.

They didn’t need the vests, or even the guns. Sam didn’t put up a fight. He let them take him in and confessed to everything easily. It wasn’t a crisis of conscience; rather he just deemed it illogical to not simply go with them.

Violette caught elements of the trial and took it in with a vague disinterest. Sam continually denied that he had worked with anyone on the murders and there was no need for anyone else to be lynched by the proverbial mob. A killer had been caught and the people could rest easily. The Lace Killer would, in a few years, become a tourist lure rather than a reason for people to avoid the town. House prices would go back up and local life would improve. Lucy never really believed that Sam worked alone, but she was assigned new cases. They were serious cases and she became a respected detective.

Having read enough about murders, Violette knew to cut her hair and move to the city. She got a job as a receptionist at a funeral parlour and began a new chapter.

The End