{Winning is fun... Sure. But winning is not the point. Wanting to win is the point. Not giving up is the point. Never letting up is the point. Never being satisfied with what you've done is the point}
In Manhattan, the clock says 10:22 pm, the known later as "Red Night" is about to start. In front of where Sylvie's company was homed, five police cars and 17 police officers have arrived, between them and Rachel. The traffic has stoped and the entire city is in emergency. Sylvie Maradona is walking in the town and she is armed and dangerous. The news said it clearly.
"The most dangerous serial killer is free, walking out in town. Everyone must stay inside and lock tight your houses. We are all in danger."Mother looking at me
Tell me what do you see?
Yes, I've lost my mindShe felt like throwing up. They were talking about her like she was eating human meat and drinking blood. Like she would ever just enter a house and start killing people without any reason. Bastards. They need someone to play the part of the bad guy. The news love scaring people with a monster and people love being afraid of something. Something that they can discuss about during the day. In their houses, their offices, between queues and cafeterias. With their friends and lovers. Scaring their kids with stories for this monster. The monster.
"If you don't be a good kid Sylvie will come and eat you." This is what they were going to say to their kids.All the thing they said...
Did anyone ever asked how she was feeling? Did they ever think for a second she was a human too? She gave all her life since she was kid to fight for others, to protect others and save others. And what about her? Who would come to save her? If they were in need she knew very well they would run to her. If they country was in war right now they would take her sentence back and named her general again and send her in the battle. For them she was a killing machine. No one, ever in their lives saw her as a real human. Only Ahmed did love her really. And they took him from her. The only person that would understand her. As she was driving to her office the lights from the other cars in the street weren't letting her see. She felt her eyes watering. She wanted to cry. She needed to scream. She wasn't a monster!
"I'm not a monster!"
They think she hates everyone but the truth that everyone hates her! Her own family was hating her. She even hated herself.All the things they said...
Who are you and you think you are going to judge me? Who gave you the right to speak about how I feel. You are all disgusting creatures who sit comfortably in there houses, watching TV, drinking some cheap beer and criticising humans. Like you are better than them or something. What does make you think you are better than me? You point out people's mistakes and your own complexes so you feel better. Like you are not already some big ass pigs. You go here and there talking with your filthy mouths and pointing with your disgusting hands. You think with your non existent brain and you eat. Because that's what pigs are doing. They eat and stay in shits. Just like all of you. Your branded clothes can't hide your true nature. You smell bad. It's all of your rotten souls. You act like you are some kind of saints, when you know very well that you are way worst than me. If I had one more chance to kill someone I would kill all of you. Every single person who talks about others. You have never seen my soul. Don't you fucking dare put my name in your dirty, full of shit mouth, you fucking pig!
She had totally lost her mind. She had to do something. It wasn't in her veins to run away. Her house...no...the office...yes. Where all her power was hidden. Her office. Her company. Her job. The thing she worked so hard for. She took this building and transformed it into one of the most successful secret agency police in the entire world. More powerful than FBI and Interpol combined.
Once again she was protecting everyone! But she was naive. A stupid FBI detective destroyed everything. She took her life away. Everything she was making all these years on her own. She wanted to be respected and loved. She was tired of hating. She was tired of all this blood that was on her hands.
Suddenly she knew what she had to do. There was no other way to fix this disaster.

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Sylvie Maradona: The Story Of A Monster
Mystery / ThrillerIn every story there is a bad guy. A monster. How much can you trust the others around you? Can you sleep without nightmares? The hands of the clock are ticking. Run! You dont have much time. The monster is coming. 280 pages / 58,000 words [ When th...