About the Author

Anne Becker was born in Essex but has spent the majority of her
adult life in Bristol, where she currently works as a secretary. As
a child she played tennis at every opportunity, but severe pain
and ongoing health problems eventually put a stop to this.
Although her other passion for writing lived on, and saw Anne
become more determined than ever to fulfil this lifelong dream,
and become a published author despite her health!.

Dedication
I would like to dedicate this book to my parents, for generally
being superb and helping me to achieve my dream, my sister,
Karen for her continued support, and to my best friend Charlotte
Foxall for not just being supportive, but for being my toughest
critic.

Anne Becker

SEE YOU IN HELL

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Chapter One

Throwing his head back, James laughed wildly as he removed

the switchblade from his girlfriends chest. He referred to
her as his girlfriend, but by no means was she. She was simply
a female whom James had developed a dark and twisted
obsession with; although, in his eyes, this obsession signified
love. A love that wasnt pure and beautifulbut tainted and
ugly. She, on the other hand, didnt even know he existed
until today.
James laughed as he stared down at the now lifeless body
of Mel Holster. His Mel. His possession to do with as he
pleased, and he was most definitely pleased. He felt so alive,
so powerful, so all controlling. Like a God. James wallowed
in these emotions, as he bent down and kissed her on the lips
for the very last time. Bye, bitch, thanks for the good times,
he said through fits of hysterical laughter.
Mel lay naked on the bed beneath his straddled legs. Her
arms were tied at the wrists to each bed post, with yellow
cable ties. Her eyes, still open, still terrified. The fear having
been etched into them for all eternity. James stared into her
eyes. Drawn to the darkness that now filled them. Death
returned his gaze. James considered death a close friend and
enjoyed feeding it with the women he chose. He loved to
watch life as it left the body, as it slipped away from another
human being, and having the power and control to take it. It

was almost climatic to him. Better than sex. Better than

anything
Finally James sat back and began taking in the whole sick
scene around him. Her blood, slowly running down from her
chest and onto his thigh filling him with an intense delight that
one might get from the act of sex itself. His eyes widened as
he looked down at the red liquid. Excited by it. Trapped in the
power it held over him. James moved his fingers through the
blood. He enjoyed its touch, the way it smelt. It was just so
intoxicating to him; filling his senses with a sick pleasure. As
the time ticked by, James remained in the same position, still
enthralled by this bloody sensation. Almost drunk on it.
Eventually he awoke from the madness of the trance and
wiped the switchblade, he had continued holding since hed
removed it from her, onto the bed sheets. He stood up on the
bed, still straddling her, staring down at her lifeless body.
James thought to himself how beautiful she was, just lying
there. Even in death. In fact, she was even more beautiful now
dead!
As a young man he had tried to cling to the light, as
darkness and an evil so twisted took hold of his entire being.
But that light had gone out years ago. Evil had long since
consumed him and he loved it. Evil was his master now and
he obeyed it willingly.
This is all on you, he said, pointing at Mel with the
knife. This was her fault. Jamess twisted sense of logic
pushing the entire blame back at Mels door. She had led him
here. Led him to this point, practically begging him to kill her,
to end it all. He had simply obliged with relish. Although,
the only begging that Mel had actually done, was for her own
life. A plea which had continued to fall on deaf ears. For she
had to die, the darkness had wanted it. Death itself had willed
it. James had simply been the tool with which death had
chosen to complete this task and to claim her soul.
He had become so completely obsessed with Mel, from
the way she looked to who she spoke to. He had followed her
around for a short while. Building up a frenzy within. This
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wasnt how he normally operated. Wasting his precious time

on a kill but this was different. A one off. It had begun so
innocently. An accidental meeting in the street. Mel had
unintentionally bumped into him. A misfortune she would
later come to seriously regret. She had politely apologised and
then continued on her way. Forgetting the incident almost as
quickly as it had happened. James hadnt forgotten. For he had
re-written the scene differently in his head. To him she had
planned it. She had wanted it, wanted him. At the time, James
had just smiled politely and muttered a banal response. But he
had definitely seen and felt a connection between the two of
them. Her eyes had said what her mouth had not.
James jumped off the bed, off her. It wasnt a bold jump,
but still, it seemed to take forever to land. Finally his feet
touched the ground and he sauntered out of the bedroom, like
a man without a care in the world. He entered her en-suite,
then poked his head back round the door for a quick glance at
Mel. As though he thought she might not be there when he
returned. Her dead body, covered in blood seemed to attract
him even more than it had before.
He smiled, turned and opened the shower. James ran the
shower, waiting for the water to heat up, then he got in, letting
the hot water wash all over him. The warmth of the water
relaxing his aching muscles. Killing was a tiring sport, but a
good one. James watched as Mels blood dripped off his thigh
and disappeared down the waiting plughole. He stood
motionless under the shower for what seemed like an age, just
watching the blood take its final journey. Lost in the calmness
of the moment. Losing himself in memories from the past. It
felt good. No, it felt great.
Eventually he turned off the water and got out of the
shower. Finding one of Mels neatly folded towels, he
wrapped it round his lower body. Then picking up another
smaller towel, he began to dry himself off. As he dried
himself he moved over to the bathroom mirror, and stopping
briefly, wiped the steam filled glass. James stared into the
now clear glass and smiled at his reflection. He liked what he

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saw. A strong man, a powerful man A God. A controller of

life and death. His identity had been forged long ago by the
depravity within him, leading him to this bathroom on this
balmy May evening.
When basically dry, James let the towels drop to the floor
and just stood there naked. Once upon a time he had been
extremely toned and muscled. A body to die for, or so hed
been told. But that was all once upon a time, these days
things were slightly different. He no longer really cared for
the gym, or for exercising, or even for diet. For life had just so
much more to offer him. He had too much to do. James was
still muscular, but had lost weight. Too much weight, and was
now a bit too thin for his frame. Probably because coffee had
become his staple diet. Food no longer interested him. He ate
purely to stay alive. Though through his eyes, well, his body
simply looked fantastic. James had always been blessed with
the good looks, but this weight loss had drawn his cheeks in
just a bit too much, making him look almost ill.
James walked back into the bedroom and dressed,
watching Mel the whole time, as if he was waiting for her to
do something. She didnt! Walking over to her he sat down on
the bed next to her lifeless body and lit a cigarette. James had
spent hours dreaming of what he was going to do to her, how
he was going to kill her. Her death getting more sick and
twisted with each dream. Each time he would wake, he would
be convinced the act was real. That his dreams were true. For
his reality and his dream world were beginning to merge into
one sick place. So entwined, that it was becoming hard to see
where one ended and the other began.
James finished his cigarette and walked over to the
bedroom window, which was already ajar, and flicked the
cigarette butt out into the bushes below. Turning back to face
the room again, he paused for a moment, grabbed the
switchblade from his jeans pocket and decided on his next
course of action. It was time to make his exit.
He stood still; he needed to think this next stage through.
Come up with a plan that cleared him of all suspicion of this

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murder. He smiled, this is fun, he thought to himself. The

scene needed to be rearranged. To be set. With his
switchblade clasp firmly in his hand he walked casually over
to the bed once more and cut the yellow cable ties from Mels
wrists. Putting the pieces along with the switchblade, into his
pocket. James then repositioned her limp arms, putting them
down by her side. He wasnt the least bit worried about his
prints being all over the victim and the crime scene; for he
was the boyfriend after all It was perfect. Easily
explainable when he spoke to the police, and he would speak
to the police. He wanted to speak to the police. He wanted to
inject himself into the investigation. To be at the centre of it
all, at least to start with anyway. He wanted, no needed, to see
their response to his work, to his art. They will be so
impressed, yet so dumbfounded, he chuckled to himself at the
thought and continued with his plan.
James felt drunk on the rush of it all. He returned to the
en-suite and hung up the towels to dry. Just like he assumed
Mel would have done, well any woman would have done, and
then returned to the bedroom.
He slipped on a pair of white latex gloves, that lived in
his pocket as part of his kill kit, for it was now time to be
careful to be clever. To fool the police and then to just sit
back and watch them chase a phantom of his creation. The
idea appealed to him and he laughed out loud, as he surveyed
the room.
James looked around the bedroom for anything that was
there that shouldnt be. Anything out of place. He was about
to set the scene, and the scene he had chosen was a robbery
gone wrong. He quite literally ransacked Mels bedroom.
Emptying drawers, opening wardrobes and taking anything he
thought looked vaguely valuable. As he worked, he noticed
her handbag lying under a chair. Reaching down, James
grabbed it and quickly tipped the contents out onto the floor,
taking any bank, credit cards and any cash as he went. Not
that there was much money, but it would at least buy him a

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few drinks. Thanks, bitch, he said sarcastically as he stuffed

the money and cards into his pockets.
Standing back up, James noticed her mobile phone lying
on her bedside table, face down. He went over to it, picking it
up. It was on silent. Luckily Mel hadnt set up a PIN code or
any form of security on the device, so he was able to play with
it. He navigated to her messages, quickly deleting all of them.
He then moved on to her call logs, where he repeated his
actions. With this done, James inserted his name and phone
number into Mels contact list. For she would surely have her
boyfriends details in her mobile. What a fuckin laugh, he
thought to himself, as he found her phones number and added
it to his. James then proceeded to ring Mels mobile, hoping it
would somehow go towards his alibi, and left an attempt at a
loving voicemail on it. Finished and pleased with himself, he
tossed Mels mobile phone under her bed, so that the police
would find it, and just assume this phantom killer had simply
missed in his haste to leave the scene. It was all just so easy.
James smiled as he scanned the room one more time. His
work here was done. Walking over to the door he switched off
the light and started to leave the room, but paused and turned
back round to face her again, Goodbye, sweetheart, see you
in a little while miss me, he said cruelly mocking the
innocent soulless body that lay still and limp on the bed.
James then left the room.
Once downstairs he proceeded to give those rooms the
same treatment that he had Mels bedroom, ransacking them,
tearing her beloved home apart. When everything was
arranged to his satisfaction, to how he thought it should look,
he left the property via the back door. Making sure to smash
the glass from the outside in, and making sure to leave the
lock damaged and the door slightly ajar. Proud of his work,
James left, walking quickly, but calmly, so as not to draw
attention to himself, back to his car, which he had previously
parked a couple of roads away, down a small dark house-less
lane.

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He got in removing the latex gloves and emptying all of

Mels items from his pockets, putting them into a small plastic
bag that he kept in the glove box. James returned the plastic
bag to the glove box and sat back in the drivers seat, closing
his eyes for just a moment. He was tired. The kill had taken it
out of him But boy was it worth it he thought to himself,
grinning.
After a short while he opened his eyes again and
retrieving his mobile phone from his pocket, proceeded to call
Mels mobile. He rang it 3, maybe 4 times, but left two
messages. With this stage of his plan now complete, James
returned his phone back to his pocket and laughed. A laugh,
that sounded as sinister as the thoughts that were currently
racing round his brain.
Now, it was just a waiting game. He had to allow for
enough time to pass before he could return to the house and
actually find the lifeless body of the woman he had recently
murdered. The plan is so perfect, he thought to himself amidst
the laughter. He just needed a witness. An unsuspecting
neighbour who would unwittingly alibi him and witness him
finding Mels body. Genius, he said out loud as he turned
on the ignition so he could open the drivers window and have
a cigarette. He sat there, eyes almost closed again, relaxing, as
he smoked a much-needed cigarette. For it had been an
incredibly exciting and fun-packed evening for him, and he
just needed to take a step back. Just a few seconds away from
the madness, to calm down, to chill out until the madness
begun again, in the form of the second phase of his master
plan.
Hours passed until he finally turned deciding that the
time had come. His buzz of earlier which had subdued
slightly, returned with a vengeance. The car drove quietly out
of the secluded lane and back to civilisation, where he floored
the accelerator pedal and sped off down the streets and back to
Mels. Now being as noisy as he possibly could. He turned his
CD player up loud, blaring the music out through the open
window of his car. He revved the car excessively, until he

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finally screeched to a stop outside Mels house. Drawing as

much attention to himself as he could. For this time, James
needed to be seen, to be heard. This time he wanted a witness
to identify him and, more importantly, the time of his arrival
But for once, no-one was watching. No curtain twitched,
no front door opened nothing. James got out of the car and
walked up to her front door. He rang the bell. He rang it again.
Of course there was no answer. He started shouting loudly
through the letterbox, Mel, Mel. Still nothing. The street
remained as quiet as it should at such a late hour. James
looked round at the neighbouring houses. They were all in
darkness, in silence. He couldnt quite believe it. Yes, it was
late, but still, after all that noise he was making, surely
someone would come out and tell him to keep it down. He
started to get annoyed that no-one was watching, that he
wasnt getting any attention, so called out her name again,
Mel Mel Honey its me, Nope, still nothing. This is
fuckin ridiculous, he thought to himself as the anger
intensified inside him. Standing on Mels doorstep, he turned
and looked around again. Staring into the darkness. Just
looking for that light to go on in one of the houses. For
Gods sake, he shouted at the street. The sound of his voice
seemed to almost echo in the darkness, but then got
swallowed up by the silence of the night.
James needed a witness. It was essential he have a
witness. The plan depended on it. He walked round to the
back of her house and smirked as he saw the smashed glass
and the opened back door. He tried to feign concern. A look
and a feeling he wasnt really familiar with, or even
understand. He counted to ten, and then raced round to the
front of the house, acting as though he had just seen the
damaged, open back door of his so-called girlfriends house,
for the very first time and was worried for her safety, yet too
scared for his own to enter the house alone. He continued
running past Mels house and up to her neighbours front
door, and rang the bell. Staying in character as he waited for a
response. Finally a light went on inside the property and a
man, in his late fifties, opened the door. The man was
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yawning, wearing a deep purple dressing gown Yes, he said

half asleep. Hello oh my God somethings wrong
next door please help me please, stammered James, as
he tried desperately not to laugh. He almost sounded
frightened, almost. James waited for a response. The man just
stood there for a while, drowsy, wanting to be back in the
warmth and comfort of his bed. He looked quizzically at
James, Whats happened, whats wrong? James went
through a brief account of the situation, telling the man that he
after getting no answer from the front door he went round to
the rear of the property and found Mels back door smashed
open, but he was too scared to enter the house on his own.
James tried to cry, but couldnt, so just touched his face in a
manner that implied tears. It was dark anyway, so the action
itself would most probably be enough. James spoke, wiping
his eyes as he did so, Somethings happened to Mel
Please help me. Inwardly James was impressed by his acting
skills. He had been practicing, but this, well, it was just damn
superb.
The seemingly convinced man called back to his wife,
who was standing further back, just out of sight of the front
door. Something was amiss next door. As James waited, eager
to get this show on the road, the man slipped on a pair of
trainers that sat in a shoe rack right by the front door, and
grabbed a torch from the hallway cupboard drawer. Finally
ready, the two men left the house and headed over to Mels.
One excited, one nervous. As the two men walked in silence
round to the back of the property, Jamess head was filled
with an uncontrollable laughter. He was enjoying this little
charade, enjoying it very much. Yet on the outside his
demeanour was that of a scared boyfriend. His buzz had
returned. His body tingling in anticipation.
As the men reached Mels back door, James showed his
new found friend the damage and the cause for his obvious
concern. The man eyed the damage, and silently pushed the
door wide open. Shining his torch inside. As he stepped over
the threshold his nervousness heightened, but he continued
anyway. Glad that he wasnt alone, even though this
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accomplice was a complete stranger to him. James followed

the man quietly. Once inside James automatically flicked on
the lights, much to the annoyance of the other, who not only
had his torch, but was concerned that the intruder may still be
within. James, of course, knew better.
As soon as the lights came on, the two men were able to
see the mess in the kitchen, and then in each subsequent room
they entered downstairs. Oh my God, cried James, trying to
seem and sound surprised. The man may not have found him
believable had he not been shocked at the scene himself.
Eventually they reached the stairs and both looked up. The
older man gulped, pausing for a second. He was a strong man,
but this situation unnerved him. The guy could still be up
there, he thought to himself, as he slowly climbed the stairs.
Again James followed. Willing the man to speed up, for this
was now boring him rigid, and he was finding it hard not to
show it.
As they reached the top, James pointed out which of the
rooms was Mels bedroom. Goading the man to move
forward, to enter the bedroom and to finally find the body.
This was taking too long. They sidled over to the room, and
slowly pushed open the door. Once open, James reached
round and flicked on the light. He was excited to see her
again. As the room lit up the older man froze at the sight that
met him. It was just such a horrific scene, and not one you
expect to find your neighbours house. Oh my God, they
both said in unison. Mel, noooooo Mel, shouted James as
he rushed over to the bed, before the older man could grab
him and stop him. He kissed the corpse on lips, pulling her
closer to him and grabbing at her breasts in the process. This
time crying through genuine exhilaration. Shes dead, he
shouted over his shoulder as he finally released her from his
clutches. The man ran over, pulled James away from the body,
and practically carried him quickly out of Mels house and
back to the safety of his own.
Call the police, he shouted to his wife as he rushed,
with James, through his own front door. His wife paused for a

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split second, seeing the shock on her husbands face and the
strange look on the other mans. Now, yelled the man next
door shes dead murdered. Upon hearing the words,
the mans wife took her eyes off James and ran to the phone.
As she called the police, her husband ushered James into the
living room and sat him down on the brown leather sofa.
James held his head in his hands, and started to rock. Hed
seen people do that when overcome with sadness, on
television, so just mimicked the action. Hiding his face from
the good Samaritans, so they couldnt see him trying
desperately not to laugh. Priceless, absolutely priceless, he
thought to himself as he sat there, enjoying the moment.
Exactly where he wanted to be, smack bang in the centre of it
all.
The mans wife viewed the scene before her from a
completely different perspective to that of James. She saw a
man so broken up by the death of his girlfriend. A man so
heartbroken at not only the loss of a loved one, but also at
being the one to find her body. Her heart went out to him.
Feeling wrongly sorry for this stranger in her living room, she
plied him with hot sweet tea, for the shock. For the shock that
James didnt have. He thanked her politely, whilst thinking to
himself how much he would like to watch her die, painfully.
The three of them sat and waited for the police to arrive.
The couple so totally oblivious to the fact that they had Mels
killer, sat right there on their sofa.

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Chapter Two

Detective Inspector Arnold DGeorge stood, with a younger

newer detective, next to the sofa, where the two men were sat.
One in absolute shock and one in absolute pleasure. The
younger detective took out a notepad and pen and was
meticulously taking down every word that came out of the
mens mouths. Whilst the Inspector posed the questions.
James looked stunned. A look he had long since mastered.
Every so often he would hold his head or rub his eyes, as if to
stop a stray tear from falling down his face. Arnold DGeorge
put a fatherly hand on the young mans shoulder and
continued probing them about the nights drama.
James was getting fed up. This part was turning out to be
less fun than he had initially anticipated. He was bored and
tired, and just wanted to see Mels body for one final time, as
it was carried from the house. He needed to get outside.
Suddenly James got up from the comfortable sofa and turned
to face the Inspector, Im sorry, he mumbled, as he didnt
know how his tone should really sound in this situation.
Probably not as pleased with himself as he felt. I need a
cigarette, would it be OK if I went outside? The Inspector
nodded, leaving his colleague to take the rest of the older
gentlemans statement, and followed James out of the living
room and out of the house.
Once outside James lit up a cigarette and offered the
packet to the Inspector, who thanked him but declined. I

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loved her, he said randomly to the officer without looking at

him. Arnold simply nodded. The casual interrogation lasted
for another forty or fifty minutes, before the Inspector at last
wrapped the whole thing up. Finally, thought James,
exhausted and bored by the banality of the questions. This part
hadnt gone at all how he had expected, and having to sound
and act in a manner that was alien to him was also taking its
toll, draining him of the last of his energy. The buzz of earlier
had most definitely gone, leaving him empty, shattered and
ready for bed.
The Inspector watched Jamess face as Mels body,
hidden in a body bag, was carried on a stretcher out of the
house. As he watched, he was sure the young mans face
changed. He was sure, for just a split second, that he saw a
slight smirk cross the mans lips. It had only been slight, but it
had been a smirk none the less. James wasnt aware that he
was being watched. For he was suddenly in a world of his
own. A world with just him, Mel and the darkness of death.
The whole thing started to excite him again. Started to rouse
him from the tiredness he felt. Knowing he had put her in that
body bag, deciding that her life was now done. He, and only
he, had the power over life and death. A power that almost
energised him.
As the doors to the vehicle closed shut behind the bag
that contained Mels lifeless body, James left his own little
world and returned back to the chaos around him. The chaos
that he had initiated. He turned round to face the Inspector
once again. Still oblivious to what the officer had just
observed. Get the bastard who did this, spoke James in as
angry a voice as he could muster. As he spoke he stared
directly into Inspector DGeorges eyes. The officer, returning
his gaze, spoke softly yet confidently, Oh we will, sir, you
can be sure of that. James nodded, amused by the response,
by the certainty of the mans answer. Bollocks, he thought to
himself, You catch me never you cant catch God!
James held his hand out and the Inspector shook it.
Thank you, smiled James, then turned to leave the scene,

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but only to be stopped in his tracks by the Inspectors voice.

Mr Quint, called Arnold DGeorge. Yes? seethed James
through gritted teeth, as he turned back round to face the
officer who was now infuriating him. We will need you to
come down to the station at your earliest convenience, so we
can take your fingerprints My fingerprints? interrupted
James, who was somewhat surprised and annoyed by the
request. Yes, continued the Inspector, so that we can
eliminate them from the scene. Arnold DGeorges voice was
so calm, yet his mind was going frantic. Thoughts, ideas,
questions, all racing round his brain. James smiled politely,
although he felt far from civility, Why of course I will.
Thats no problem. Both men now smiled at each other
yet neither man meant it!
James turned away once more, this time with a new anger
raging from within. He started walking away from the officer,
and as he did, he automatically breathed a sigh of relief. A
relief that he had made it through the barrage of questioning,
and the silent mind games. Jamess shoulders dropped as he
did so.
Inspector Arnold DGeorge was still watching James
Quint. Still watching as he turned away. Still watching as his
body appeared to relax, and relax too soon. Still watching,
always watching and the Inspector was not a happy man.
James Quint reached his car. He got in and immediately
just sped away into the night. As the distance grew between
himself and the crime scene, that he had so cleverly staged,
James began screaming out loud, Fuck you fuck you
all.
Back at the crime scene, Arnold DGeorge wasnt the
least bit impressed with the young Mr Quint. He had stood
staring, even after James was well out of sight. Just staring
into the darkness, lost in his own thoughts, and it was these
thoughts that worried him greatly. He hadnt liked James
Quint at all. There had been just something about the man,
something that had got under his skin. He was concerned and
he wasnt sure why. Arnold couldnt shake the feeling that

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James had lied to him. But lied about what exactly? he

thought to himself. The Inspector couldnt put his finger on it,
not yet anyway. He shook the thoughts from his head, for the
moment at least, and walked back into the neighbours house
to join his fellow officer.
The two mens statements were basically identical, as
well they should be, and there was, at present, nothing to the
contrary But as Arnold DGeorge stood in Mels
neighbours living room, a strong feeling of unease washed
over him!

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