Softly humming to myself I do my best to dig my shovel deep into the cold, hard ground. While burying something or someone in snowy weather wasn't all that efficient, it did help hide the evidence of the body being there for quite some time. For about two hours I dig the six-by-six hole that would hold the body of the person of which I killed, well it may not qualify as a person anymore more like a corpse per se. While walking back to my truck I spot a deer just looking at me with its beady, black eyes. I could never understand why people kill deer and such. Why harm an innocent thing? I suppose its like serial killers that kill for sport. But with that thought a new question arises, do they really do it just for sport or do they have the need to kill to show themselves that they are 'superior' to other life forms? And upon hearing this you might be thinking "King, aren't YOU a serial killer? Shouldn't you know how the mind of a serial killer works?" And to your thoughts, no, I don't. I don't consider myself a 'serial killer' more like a vigilante of some sorts. I don't kill the innocent, I punish the people who think they are better than everyone else. I punish the ones who get away with terrible things because they're "above the law". And if theres ever one thing that they should realize its that I'm not the law and no one is or ever will be above me.
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In The Dark Light.
Mystery / ThrillerThis thrilling book shows the "Hero Versus Villain" dynamic from the villains perspective. In this book you'll read about the most thrilling and heart stopping mysteries, the most toe curling plot twists, romance and last but most importantly, bet...
