If you think you know what the word "devil" means, you are dead wrong. Ever since Até Domínguez was a child, the people around her called her the devil. Truth is, she didn't do anything evil, only the people made it look like everything she did was...
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Nobody can bring you peace but yourself. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
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"God damn! Shut up you stupid little thing!" I scolded the shit we call alarm clock whilst shutting it down.
I looked at the time to see it was already half past five.
Time to get up I guess.
Just as I was about to pass out again, the sound of thunder woke me up. Great, it's raining.
Don't get me wrong, I love rain. It's probably one of the things that actually calm me down, but today I need to do an important assignment, so I would be better of without rain.
With the time showing six in the morning now, I got up and went to my bathroom across the room.
As my still warm feet hit the cold stone floor, I walked into the shower to turn the water on and sat down on the floor directly where the water was falling at.
Resting there for a little while I drifted back off to my endless thoughts.
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One hour ago, I was standing in front of my closet to choose my clothes for the day, but now ladies, I'm standing outside in the pouring rain in front of my first victim's house. Jalan Collin.
For short, Collin killed over ten people in the past two years and is now forty-eight.
A year ago, he lived in Norway but quickly moved back to New York. Supposedly Jalan wanted to work at the company his friend, Niklas, started, though I don't think that this was the real reason.
I walked up the steps to the door and rang the bell. I heard muffled footsteps as if someone was running down the stairs rapidly.
The door opened and revealed a tired-looking man with a three-day beard.
I put on a smile and asked him sweetly if I could borrow his phone so I could call a friend.
"Why that, baby? Did you lose yours?" He looked at me down with a smirk. "Actually, yes. I was jogging but then it started to rain pretty heavy and so I lost my phone while looking for a spot where the rain wouldn't hit me."
He looked at me with hooded eyes, like he was trying to tell if I was lying, "Yeah, you can do that beautiful, come in." He took a step back from the door allowing me to enter his house.
As I walk in, his hand grazed my hip. Ignoring the shiver it gave me, I walked further in, to get this as soon as possible done.
"My name's Coraline by the way, but you can call me Cora if you want." I started and looked at him to tell me his name, even if I already knew it, and many more than he could've imagined at this moment.
