Character Sketch: Mr. White
Mr. White stared at the window as he puffed on his third cigarette of the day. “Another good game,” he thought and licked his dry chapped lips. His big hands were dirty and his fingernails stucked with soil. He smiled and threw his cigarette butt into the ashtray nearby. With his shaking hands, he picked up the shirt that has been lying near the chair. He sniffed the scent of the shirt. “This is the smell of satisfaction,” uttered Freddie White and tossed the shirt into his treasure chest. He locked it once again and went downstairs. It was almost dawn and it was another day of work. He went to the bathroom and stripped off his clothes. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. A new set of stubbles were visible on his sharp jaw. His teeth are crooked and one of his upper teeth is covered with a gold jacket. His big reddened were still surrounded by dark circles caused by his extra-curricular activities during the night. He washed his hands with the cold water running through the faucet. His hands that got the job done last night, another glorious and satisfying night. He turned the heater on and turned the shower knob. Warm water showered on his body. Scratches and bruises burned as the water washed them. It did not hurt him though; he considered them as marks of his identity. After taking a shower, he put on his working clothes and went to the auto repair shop where he works as a mechanic. He wore blue overalls which were stained from his everyday work. His hands were always dirty may it be day or night. Black stains during the day, red during the night. He greeted his comrade Henry who was busy cleaning a steel pipe. He stretched his back before starting his work. He was already 44 years old and not getting any younger. He was living alone in his house, but hunger for passion is what keeps him going. The day is almost done when a young man around the age of 17 entered the shop. He was asking if they could fix his car tonight because he needed it in the morning. Freddie approached the young man with a grin showing off his gold teeth. “We are actually going home now, lad. Bu if you want, you can pick me up later tonight so I can check on your car.” The boy with copper hair smiled and asked for his address. Eagerly, he dictated his address and went back to work after the young man left. “Another work to be done tonight,” he thought as he smiled maniacally. To Mr. White’s delight, the young man came as told. Freddie coaxed him to enter, saying he needed to get something before the leave. He saw hesitation in the young man’s eyes but nonetheless, he entered the house. Freddie came back with a wrench in his hand. Without warning, he hit the copper head with the big wrench. When the young man came to, he had already locked his feet to a metal bar. He was in ecstasy seeing the fear in the boy’s eyes. He removed the boy’s shirt and tossed to the chair nearby. He started doing his “work” to the poor lad. He didn’t care if he was scratched by the boy’s tied hands. The pain even made him hungry for more. The screams were music to his ears. He didn’t put a gag on the boy’s mouth for his basement was soundproof. One last slit on the boy’s neck, his job was done. Blood stained, he got the shovel and put the body in a garbage bag. Quietly, he made his way to the shed near his house. He started digging. Adrenaline rushing through his body, feeling the pleasure of what he has done, he let out a hysterical laugh. He dumped the body into the hole. Sooner or later he needed a new place to put the bodies. As he went back to his basement and put down his shovel, he picked up the shirt and once again been trapped in ecstasy as he sniffed the shirt. He locked the shirt into his treasure chest, along with his 44 lovely collections from his 44 victims. This is his life. He is Freddie White, and he is a mechanic, during the day at least.
