My name is Zaire Boldeux.
It’s an unusual name, I know, but then I am an unusual person. People tell me I’m strange. Some people give me weird looks and others just don’t talk to me at all. They think I’m trouble. They think I’m dangerous.
They’re right, of course.
They don’t really know why, but they like to pretend. I’ve heard so many rumours that I could probably write an autobiography on them; an autobiography of malicious, fraudulent gossip. Who could blame them though, given what they had to work with? I don’t exactly wear my heart on my sleeve. I’m a closed person, very suspicious of the world and lost in thought a lot of the time.
People used to exploit this to their advantage. James Lucas was one of them.
James Lucas was a disgusting, vile excuse for a human being. He loved preying on the weak and helpless. I was one of his victims; I often felt the wrath of his temper. He was very unpredictable and volatile. The only thing that was consistent about his behaviour was how he treated those who got in his way. I must have done something to tick him off because he used to unleash his anger at the world on me. The most damage he gave me was a broken rib and two black eyes. I had to make up some false excuse about tripping down the stairs just so he wouldn’t punish me farther.
Do you notice how I’m speaking in past tense about James Lucas?
This is because one day I flipped. I don’t know what it was; something inside of me just shattered. It was like I was teetering precariously on the precipice, about to fall into the murky depths of much anticipated revenge. Some passing comment he made gave me the nudge I had been waiting for.
I planned his death with careful precision.
I went through everything that could go wrong; every flaw, every scrap of DNA that would point them in my direction, every motive I had for murdering him. I was a well-known victim of James Lucas. Ask anyone and they would tell you I suffered mercilessly at his hands.
However, if I had an alibi, I was safe. Or so I thought.
I won’t bore you with the details of how I did it. We’ll fast forward through that. I’ll just tell you that once it happened, I felt no remorse, no shame, and no overpowering sense of a guilty conscience. I did feel the most potent sense of absolute euphoria emanating from every direction of my body. Adrenaline coursed through my veins and relief overwhelmed my aching heart. A huge weight had been lifted from me and for the first time in my life, I was happy.
I planned it to make it look like a suicide. People are smart though; the thought barely even crossed their minds before the red warning signs of murder entered their consciousness. It was classed as a homicide investigation.
And, as fate would have it, I was a person of interest. My alibi had fallen through and I was number one suspect. I had prepared for this though. I was careful not to use anything that would track them to me, changed my appearance and took off.
It has been six months since I made the change and they still haven’t found me.
It’s going to be a fresh start, a completely new beginning.
I haven’t looked back since.
- Zaire Boldeux