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Prolouge; Just The Begining Of Fun

(THIS WILL BE SHORT UNTIL I EDIT IT).

I stalk my prey, this is kinda fun.
I wouldn't say prey more like..victim.
I mean I thought doing other things like gaming or crafting would give me fun.

Oh I never thought about sending people 6 ft underground!
Those people might see me as some rude creep but oh I'm different from that.
Others might see me as a low pathetic pizza delivery person trying to move on with the night.
Pft, they're wrong I'm so much more than that.

They don't know what I behold, no nobody does; not even my dumb friends could care.
Some will probably say I watch too many horror movies but I don't care.
No wonder those slashers felt the thrill of a kill.
I finally felt a spark in my body the first time I took the life of someone it felt.

Amazing...

God, I just love the feeling of getting blood on my hands..
The look on people's faces as the life goes out.
I sound so cliche but I'm being serious as possible.
I don't know what's wrong with me but it feels so good like a substance...

Nobody will see me as just some pizza delivery robot now.
They'll see me as more, but I didn't start off like this no.
I started with something more, I wouldn't show my face...

Nobody should know the identity I behold after all I'm suppose to be a good ole angel correct?...

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Well it started out like this, I was so bored of my regular life being the person who had to be perfect make everyone like them. So many people were fake to me but I still hold higher ground and did the things everyone around me wanted me to do, so I got a job...a pizza delivery job my first ever job as a teen! Pft what a joke how many times I had gotten disrespected just by my cold robot yet joyful demeanor. I had to fake it to those idiotic rude customers that would yell in my face as if I got their order wrong! It's not my d*mn fault that my co-workers, that's the word right? Got their order wrong.

That time something in me made me finally snapped. Some insolent nasty female dog decided to throw the hot pizza box right in my face giving me a bruise. That's when my anger over took me. I took out my pocket knife, for safety reasons of course why would I ever want to murder someone on purpose! But I didn't care that time I striked at them in the chest; blood gushing onto my hand and a little bit on my shirt. I didn't mean to..I swear but I already did the deed. I might as well finish it before my first ever victim of murder calls the police on me.

I had to finish them off but it looks like they already died from that impact of my pocket knife striking right through their disgusting filthy heart. I had to get rid of the body, get rid of any evidence tell the people they were close with that they just went on 'vacation' for a while at least and most of all finish off this pizza..

Yet what was left in me...I felt pleasure..enjoyment even. Perhaps I should do it more..often. It felt nice after all? Although I could get caught anytime; but I'll learn things from the future and my first kill...

This will be my own story...
My own journey for some pizza delivery kills...how cliche right?

(WORD COUNT; 605+)
(I'll like some good critism along the way so please if you have a problem with anything at all let me know.)