The spark of endless fury

The spark

Jack the smiler:

Fury coursed through my veins like water over rocks. She lay there spread-eagled on the floor. Blood dripped down her icy blanched head, the eyes that used to sparkle with joy were now cold and dead. I still don't feel any guilt about what happened, in fact I never did. Only once I knew what a monster I really was, that was the spark that blew me up like a nuclear bomb. All the heat and burning inside of me will never cool down. It is like Chernobyl that will never be free of its radiation. I am in a prison of hatred and anger. The scream of the silence breaks through my intrusive thoughts. I started to laugh pitilessly as I was tossed into the car just like a parcel. Out of the corner of my bloodshot eyes I see a young officer choking back tears as he held the hands that were still warm with blood. As the brutal scene began to fade away the last thing I saw was the smile cut into her fresh, now broken face.

Judge Greenwood:

I began to fidget with my suit as they led him into the courtroom. I ran my fingers bent with arthritis, along the velvet throw and cool mahogany surface. He was an unremarkable man apart from the jagged scar that ran down from his cheek to his neck. It left his once handsome face now mutilated and unrecognizable. Because of this he always stood out in the crowd. Even before the scars he always stood out. You could see the bleak dullness in his eyes when he hid behind his textbooks. Everywhere he went he was always the cleverest in the room even though nobody could see it. Nobody ever thought that the shy isolated little boy would become one of the deadliest serial killers in the world. A wave of silence washed over as he stepped into the room, wrapped in chains like bandages. Nobody knew what was going on inside his head. He radiated fear and coldness everywhere he walked, not even the overwhelming heat of the stuffy courtroom could seem to warm up the atmosphere. In my decades of work I have seen many "hardened criminals" weep like a baby. The psychopath started to laugh like a child as he received his sentence. As I stared into his bloodshot teal eyes the last chilling words he said to me was "thank you sir for the sake of the country, there are too many people like me in the world and now there is one less".

Lucifer Dashwood:

Everybody knew who he was and what he had done. His nickname was Jack the Smiler because of the way he killed his victims. The reason why he was so deadly was because he didn't have a particular target for his victims. It was like a lottery ticket. He went to different cities under new names. In the catastrophic psychopathic head of his he just picked them out from the crowd. He always killed them in the same way, cut a smile on their faces and always left the same note. It was an awful way to go, the last thing seeing his flashing eyes through your wall of agony as you slowly start to fade away."Hurry up I am starting to get tired of this game, in his mind games he left a trail on where he was going to next. He was always one step ahead of you. When I arrived back in my cell I saw him lying on one of the bunks. With an eerie smile he asked in a soft hollow voice "this isn't exactly the Ritz". Ignoring this monster I laid on my hard threadbare bead. I stared at the bumpy stone ceiling and inspected what my home was. A stinking tiny room with a worn old chair and a sink chained to the wall. I am in a shell because I killed somebody in self defence. I only have 6 months left before I can see my family again.

"I enjoyed killing your niece" the drawling voice came from under the bunk bed. I cut her like the kind gentleman who gave me this beautiful scar. I did feel quite guilty though. Anger like I have never felt before welled up inside of me. It was my beautiful sister that died  she was 22. It was the only time I cried since my sister died. I stared at the old man and I that when I hit my first blow.

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