Chapter 3-The Serial Killer- Nothing Better To Do

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Diary Entry#1

December 3, 2011

First the police and the detectives, and now the media- wow! I couldn’t ask for more attention. I am definitely enjoying my fame. I am now a celebrity, yet no one even knows my name. Well, that’s the best part, no?

But I did have a mild heart attack when I first realised that I have gotten myself into public knowledge. Thanks to my honorable fourth Kathryn (yeah, I spell it differently)! Damn! I thought that b**** was dead when she collapsed on to the floor! Should have stabbed her to make sure…….

News has it that she has recovered from her coma. So it is my duty as a fellow citizen to pay her a visit. And of course I won’t go empty-handed! I have a perfect present for my fourth lady- death! But all of her newly found friends- the police and the detectives. They keep coming between us!

Not that she is my only source of entertainment. Let me introduce my fifth game-

Kathryn Marie Peterson

Age 18

 Daughter of Richard and Amanda Peterson

A fairly tall high school girl with a slender body as flexible as that of a snake. Has long, dark hair that is fascinatingly unmanageable, usually ending up curtaining her sharp yet innocent face. Her emerald green eyes sparkle with subtle emotions and enhance her beauty to an immeasurable degree. Her smooth olive skin reveals her Spanish ancestry- just as if she wasn’t enough beautiful already! And her lips are always curved with a playful smile- as if nothing can ever bring her down, not even me being desperately after her life……..

She seems to be bombarded with admirers and well-wishers who would go to the end of the world to protect her. But that rather enthuses me because I would then be able to hurt so many people all at once. I know, I’m too good, but no need to applaud for me because the entire credit for my noble upbringing goes to my very reputable and respectable father. He has taught me several ‘virtuous morals’; the most significant one being: crush the rest to get your ways.

My father- Lord Arthur Robinson- is an amazing persona. He is a man who takes sheer pride in everything that belongs to him, the only exception being his younger son, me.......

Enough written today! After all a busy person like me can't spend the whole time writing diary. It's weird that I still write in the first place; it's too decent a hobby for a professional murderer! I should be gambling. Oh well, can't deny the aristrocacy that defiantly runs in my blood......

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SOOOOO how was it????? sorry this chapter is really short coz it's a diary entry of the murderer so that you get more familiar to the character.... Vote, Comment and Fan if u really like it.

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