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CHAPTER1:THE BEGINNING

6 years ago...

If you were to choose between killing yourself or becoming a serial killer. What would you choose?
Well I had that chance to choose. And I choose the latter. Maybe it's the fear of death or life that made me do it.
I read an article somewhere that serial killers are just sad people who chose a  worse decision than suicidal people. There's a lot of truth in that. Killing people didn't make anything better. It made it worse .

I knew I needed saving. When I went for counseling by myself at 18. I thought I'd get help. I really did. Nothing changed though. There was still a lot of rage. There was still a lot of anger. And it didn't go away just because I talked about it. The sessions did achieve one main thing.The sad, cold and hard reality. I was far too gone. When this realization downed on me I stopped going for the sessions. I stopped struggling with interaction. I was meant to be an outcast. It was inevitable. It's said that some people are born lucky others not so much.

I remember when I first killed. It wasn't intentional. It really wasn't. I was at home with my sister. She was fifteen and I was 19 at the time. I was in my room while she was in the living room watching TV. I don't quite remember what I was doing but I do remember hearing a noise in the kitchen. I went to check it out. It was my sister. Her name was Lilly. She was the flower of the family that would eventually bloom into something really beautiful. She was in the fridge looking for a snack. I can't remember why the argument started but I remember that it started to get aggressive. It's like my body detached from my soul. I watched myself take a knife and stabbed her thrice in the torso. Then it hit me ... I panicked I didn't know what I'd do.

She was my sister we had a lot of arguments but she was family. How could I do this to family. I left her on the kitchen floor bleeding to her death. I went to my room packed a bag of essential. Went to my mother's room stole some cash and ran. I knew it was wrong to just go without doing anything so I called the parademics. From afar I could hear sirens. My thoughts were all over the place. I really wanted her to survive but at the same time I really didn't. If she did I would go to jail for attempted murder. If she didn't then I would have a new identity . A killer.I ran and ran until I was out of town. Away from anyone's reach. I had killed and got away with that. I might have been on an adrenaline overdose. That feeling it was scary so scary but at the same time so exhilarating.

I had to start afresh. There was nothing for me in that town. Everything was gone. My mum would never accept me. She never really loved me. She'd probably try everything to make sure that I got three to four life sentences. My life had just started and I wasn't ready to give it up yet. I don't think that my mind worked Normally but at the time I didn't really care. I just wanted to run from my crime and start a new life another town.

Starting over wasn't easy. I was out of place. So lost. But it was definitely better than home.I had to look for work. A place to stay while trying to also see if anyone was onto to me. In a few days I found a cafe to work in. The wages were minimal but they helped me pay rent so I wasn't planning on loosing it. With time I got acquitted to people in that town. Laying low was my plan. I really didn't want to draw attention to myself.. I wasn't a social butterfly but I tried. Soon I was in a pretty monotonous cycle. Get up ,clean up,dress up,go to work,eat,come back home sleep. It wasn't bad but I was agitated. The though of getting caught scared the hell out of me.

A month in town was when things got interesting. I was in the cafe taking orders when a guy walked in. He wore jeans and a denim t-shirt. Looked a bit ragged with a scar just above his eyes and another one next to his ear. He came directly to the counter.

"Are you Maya Bynes?" I panicked but only for a second. He didn't seem to notice.Maybe someone observing would have noticed my finger twitching or my eyes widening just a little bit. Composing myself I answered.
"Yeah... who's asking?"
"Can I get a few moments with you. I have an offer you cannot refuse and if you dare to you might just end up in jail."he said with finalty. A sinister smile on his face.
"Why? Who are you? What do you want?" I was panicking but there's a part of me that tried to make me believe nothing was wrong and no one knew what I had done.
"It's either you come meet me or you prepare yourself to go to prison for the rest of your life. Your call really though." He said confidently walking out of the place.
There was about three customers waiting to be served but I couldn't. I tried but my fingers were shaky. The whole day I couldn't focus on anything. I was scared of meeting the guy and I knew if I didn't I'd probably end up rotting in prison. At the end of my shift. I arranged everything for the next person's shift and left the cafe. Outside the cafe In the parking area was the same guy. He approached me.

"You ready for that talk?" I knew I had no choice so I nodded timidly. He escorted me to his car. I knew it was a bad Idea but I followed him. Sitting in his car he told me what he knew and what he wanted. The fact that he knew who I was and what I had done shook me.

"I need someone out of the picture and I think you're cut out for the part. You are pretty,very innocent eyes. Tiny person" I didn't know how to respond to that. I was offended he called me Tiny but more that I was shocked.He wanted me to kill again.

"What if I don't take the part?" I asked being a little bit daring.
"I feel like you already know the answer to that Maya."
He answered smiling. I did know the answer. I wasn't ready for that kind of life.
This wasn't my Ideal life. It wasn't what I dreamt of. It was horror. Maybe I could have ran. It would have saved a life or two but I didn't. I took the job.
"When?"
"Tonight at the pub. He's tall,dark and a little skinny. He'll stand out. "
"Why?" I needed a reason as to why I was about to kill. *It's really not your business but I'm just going to tell you. He's my brother in-law. I want his inheritance and that won't happen if he's alive." Having nothing else say I nodded and opened the door.
"Wait aren't you going to ask for a wage?"
I really didn't care. Being paid for killing wouldn't be ideal but so was murder. I wasn't going to deny being paid though.
"Pay me what you will. I really don't care."
I had sealed my fate. I thought getting out of the car. Hired to kill someone? Was that normal?
I got home prepared myself for the night and off I was to the club.
I wasn't a party person so the environment wasn't really comfortable. Once I got in I immediately noticed the guy. It's true he stood out in a crowd. My eyes followed him throughout the night. Dread I think... That's what described what I felt right now. Should I really do this. Did I have the right to kill? Was anything worth killing. Why did he choose me. Maybe he didn't want to get his hands dirty but why me. Guilt from killing my sister kept me all night. Why would I choose to add to that. I couldn't do it. At Least not again. I needed to get out of here. Grabbing my drink and gulping my drink I walked out of the pub.

I had a restless night. Which wasn't surprising. I got up with dark bags under my eyes and in urgent need for coffee. Following my usual routine I was done within no time and I was headed to the cafe.
"Miss Bynes!" I couldn't recognize that voice from anywhere else other than yesterday. He was the guy who had hired me.
"I couldn't do it. I tried. I really did. I'm not cut out for this kind of life." I said a lone tear sliding down my cheek.
"I don't think you really have an option." He said grabbing me by my hands and pushing me towards the car.
"Yesterday I was so excited to hear the good news. Unfortunately I didn't get to hear it. " Reaching out to the car's compartment. He got a bunch of dollars and slapped them in my hand. "This friend is your last chance or the next time you'll hear from me . I guarantee you. It will be behind bars. " The next move was fully on instinct. I grabbed a pen and dug it into his neck. He looked at me shocked and I looked at what I had done horrified. I got out of the car after a spray of blood landed on my face. His eyes stared at me coldly.I couldn't feel anything. I wasn't scared or thrilled. My second victim. Maybe I really did need to report myself. Slowly fear started to sip in. I needed to get rid of the body I needed to run. Opening the door. . He was dead. And this time round I didn't even try saving him. I let him die. I needed to get out of here but I still didn't want to leave any evidence of my presence. I needed the pen. Gathering all the courage I could I got into the car. This was a crime scene. There was evidence clear evidence of my presence hear. My finger prints on the weapon. The blood had stopped spraying all over the place. With shaking hands I reached for a plastic bag on the glove compartment. Using them as gloves I tried to gently remove the pen. When I was done I took everything and anything that was around me. I wanted to make sure that no trace of me would be found in the car.

Trying to behave normally I got out of the car. Walking back to the cafe I felt a lot of emotions but none of them was guilt. Maybe it's because he was a bad person and deserved It. I didn't wanted to kill anyone but two people were already down. Courtesy of me. It wasn't something to be proud of but not getting caught was. He wanted his brother dead just because of an inheritance now he was dead. In a rush I went to my apartment packed my clothes and went to the next bus station. This was now my life.

I bought a bus ticket and got into the bus. Taking a seat. I looked at my bag with apprehension. Maybe I could just leave it here. No one cared I don't know where I was headed but one thing I knew is that I wasn't getting any rest starting from. I had lost my chance. With his death. My life was now ruined. I ruined it . I caused everything.

Who would have known. The beggining of a life on the run. I was a killer. A wanted killer. For killing two people. I would have probably not believed it if I hadn't done myself.i I was running... running from ghosts.