*written from the point of view of the killer* it started when I turned 18 and the switch was flipped in my brain. I wasn't the violent type, never was, untill then. See I hadn't been told about before I got there, not at all. So I didn't know why I did it. "ZAC!! STOP!!" She screamed, but I continued "ZAC!!!! ZAC!!!" She slammed into my back urging me to stop but I just kept punching.
"ZAC!!!!!" "GO AWAY!!!!!!!!" I turned full speed and punched her in the face. Immediately regretting it, my shoulders dropped. I turned to who I had been punching, a body now. Then to her, and she whimpered hurt and confused. "Zac?"
That was the fist time I killed someone. The day I turned, not werewolf or vampire or some weird superhero, no I turned killer, like I always had been buy I never knew it.
The killing feuls me now, connects me to my past and now I have found people from it. I will kill all but them, and show them the truth in the past, that is theirs and mine. How we are all killers.
Even though they haven't killed yet
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*the pic of Luke didn't work so hopefully the one attached here will otherwise I'll use a different device for picture uploads*
*sorry the chapter is short but I don't want much on the killer*
