Biography of a serial killer part 1
I know damn good and well he’s behind those steel bars. Yet during the interviews I conducted with Mr. Bateman, I felt like he was in charge… Like he was making me write this at gunpoint! It’s those subtle looks he’d given me during the interviews. They’d send shivers down my spine… He’d talk to me like those cuffs weren’t even there… That he would cut my face off, and leave me to bleed to death just like the others!
Fuck! I-I know tons of reporters would kill for my position. To interview and get the entire story from the infamous Oliver Bateman. A man with 9 confirmed kills, 3 more suspected, and a house with the faces of his victim’s faces on the wall! This story could set me up for the rest of my career! I don’t understand… why me? Why did he single me out? It’s not like I’m well known. I mean, I’ve done stories on some old cold cases, some mysterious happenings, and even some conspiracy theories on some shady things the police department has done. Maybe that’s why? Shit, I don’t know. Well… here goes nothing.
It was May 31st when I first got the call from my boss. He said something like:
“I need to speak to you in my office ASAP!” And me being me, I assumed this had something to do with another complaint or threat from Austin PD, as I may have ruffled a few of their feathers. I mean, I was currently doing research for a story on a cold case they clearly didn’t want me digging into. A missing guy, that allegedly had evidence on the said police department. I’ve had my ass chewed out by my boss, Mr. Jason Parker, more than a few times. However, upon entering his office, the look he had defiantly had given me relief as he looked excited to see me.
“Jeremy! Good to see you! Please, take a seat!” Jason said as he stood to greet me.
“Hey, Mr. Parker.” I said as I sat in one of his red leather chairs across from his desk. “So what do you got for me?” I asked With Genuine curiosity. I’ve only ever seen him with this excitement when he has an amazing lead in a story he wants me to investigate, or one of my stories did very well.
“Well, Jeremy. I have something big I want you to do a story on.” Mr. Parker said with one of those contained excitement grins.
“Look if this is just you trying to pull me off another cold case-.” I said before being interrupted.
“No, no. You see, I have something bigger than that little cold case, but it has to be done now!” Jason exclaimed. I became a little suspicious, but I was certainly curious about what this whole thing was.
“Uh-huh… Well, I’ll be the judge of that. So what is it?” I asked, looking slightly curious.
“Oliver Bateman.” Jason said, looking at me with a stern smile.
“Seriously…” I groaned. “There are already tons of reports and stories about Oliver!” I continued.
“Not like this. All of those stories are from the Police reports, and whatever else they speculated him to have done. You see, I received a call from someone at the prison in Galveston. He’s willing to not only go over his murders for a confession but reveal where two more victims’ bodies are.” Jason explained.
“In exchange for what? How did we get that story?” I asked, getting excited at the idea of being able to write about his murder spree.
“He simply wants someone to write his life story, his biography, if you will. He’s requested that you interview and write his story.” Jason said.
“Wait, you as in me specifically? Or you, as in our paper?” I asked with concern in my voice.
“He requested that Jeremy Seavor of the Lone Star Paper write the story. So, you specifically. I already bought your plane tickets. You fly out tonight.” Jason explained with a tone you don’t say no to. And just like that… I was on my way to Galveston.
The next day I was being driven up to the Galveston Texas Correctional institute. I’d be lying if I didn’t say it shook me up a bit because he singled me out. My legs felt weak as I walked through the front doors of the prison.
“Mr. Seavor?” A nearby guard asked as he approached me.
“Yes?” I asked nervously.
“Please follow me.” He replied as nudged me towards a hallway. They processed me and all the stuff I brought with me. Making sure nothing was being smuggled in and that anything not allowed in the prison would be kept up front. After that, they escorted me through multiple checkpoints across the prison until finally, we reached the Death Row wing.
They took me down a hallway that had two doors on the left. We entered a room that revealed that there was a two-way mirror peering into the interrogation room. The space I just entered was barely illuminated by the rough lights in the other room. The air felt constricted and heavy, making it difficult to catch my breath. As I walked in, I saw a man standing by the two-way mirror. Clearly a high-ranking officer of the prison. His face looked like that of a man who’d been hardened by war. With that tough as nails and that “I ain’t got time for bullshit” look in his eyes. He was looking through the glass as if he was trying to get a read on the person on the other side. Walking further in, I noticed whom he was looking at. It was… the monster himself… Oliver.
“Mr. Seavor I Presume?” The man asked with a harsh tone in his voice. He continued to stare at Oliver, paying me no mind.
“Umm, yeah? Whom might you be?” I asked.
“Daniel Ramos, I’m the warden of this facility.” The warden continued as he turned towards me. “I don’t believe I need to inform you about the severity of this situation. I’m sure we have brought you up to speed on his demands?”
“yes sir.”
“good. I need you to do this relatively quickly as I’m ready to put this bastard in the ground!” he said as he walked towards me. “so play his little game, get whatever information you can, and leave the rest to us! We need to find those other bodies!” the warden said with a harsh tone in his voice.
“Umm, is there a problem?” I asked with my voice full of indignation.
“Other than delaying this piece of shit's execution yet again! Nothing! I just want your ass out of my prison as soon as you’re done. The last thing I need is some reporter sniffing around in my fucking prison! So get it done and leave!” He yelled just before leaving the room and slamming the door behind himself.
After his exit, I could only wonder what that was all about. I mean, I’m used to that type of hostility, but it was clear he didn’t want me digging into anything else. However, I deemed that a story for another time. I walked to the two-way mirror and observed Oliver sitting at the table for a bit. He had this… twisted look on his face. Just staring at his hands as he rubbed his thumbs over his pointer fingers.
“Mr. Seavor, you ready?” An officer asked. I must’ve been so focused on Oliver that I hadn’t heard him walk in.
“Yes, take me.” I replied.
I followed the officer to the room with Oliver. The officer opened the door to the room but stopped just before letting me in.
“I will be outside the door if you need anything.” The officer said as he let me in. As I walked into the room to sit down, I noticed that Oliver hadn’t moved in the slightest. I took my seat at the table as the officer shut the door and locked me in. I began my usual routine, bringing out my notepad and my little tape recorder, and setting them on the desk. I then grabbed the files I had on Oliver and set them aside as well. The whole time I did that, I kept glancing at Oliver, who still hasn’t moved. After getting all my stuff out, I just sat silently in front of Oliver waiting for him to speak first. we sat in silence for quite some time, until he finally spoke.
“Do I frighten you?” Oliver asked with a cold monotone voice. I pondered for a second on how best to respond.
“Well admittedly, with a man like you, yeah. I’m a little unnerved.” I replied.
“You have nothing to fear I just want to talk.” Oliver said as he looked up at me with his glaring eyes.
“Yeah, I was told you wanted to go in-depth on many of the murders you have committed. As well as tell me about some of the victims we know nothing about.” I stated as he looked back down at his hands.
“To an extent yes.” He said with a bit of aggression in the back of his voice. It was almost like a soft growl.
“Well, should we start with the first one on the list? I believe it was Elizabeth Saunders?”
“No!” He shouted, making me jump a little. “No, if you’re going to hear anything from me, about any of it. I’m going to start from the beginning! I want the world to know everything! Can you agree to that Mr. Seaver? Or will you just be another one to spread lies?” His Voice with that authoritative tone… it made me feel so weak and helpless. As if he had a knife to my throat. And that look… that horrible look on his face was the stuff of nightmares. It was like I could see the pits of hell in his eyes as he spoke to me.
“I-I have absolutely no intention of spreading lies or misinformation in any of my stories… But I must ask, why is it you want me to know everything?” I asked with a very nervous hint in my voice. He seemed to calm down a bit after I asked that, letting his head lower back down to his hands.
“So that you can understand. So that, all of you can understand.” Oliver says.
“Understand what?” I asked a bit worried about the answer. He then looked me in the eyes and said:
“Me. I want everyone to understand me!” So we will start at the beginning…
My Childhood.”
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