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KILLS

      " RUN!" i scream. And he obeys without hesitation. As he sprints away, i shut my eyes tightly and pull the trigger. I hear it fire, then open my eyes to see the older man falling to the ground; a bullet wound in the back of his head. My first kill...

Four more to go, i tell myself. Four more unlucky people that'll become a victim of chance. I'll be the one behind five people's mysterious murders. Though no one will find out, i know the police don't suspect me. I'm dead, or at least that's what they think. My leader made sure that before i revived that i was pronounced dead by a doctor so the police wouldn't get suspicious. Then he took me to the mental hospital, giving them a fake name. He also informed me that he has friends everywhere so if i tried anything; anything at all he would know about it.

We continue to walk silently in the dark shadows that cover this city. It's time for the next victim to die. I see a teenage boy walking out of the bar around the corner. I instantly feel bad for him, i know he'll be the next victim. I can already predict his story. A lost kid who feels alone in this dark world, so he's turned to drinking to cover some of the pain. That unbearable pain that haunts you everywhere you go, that you can't escape. It follows you. Ready to crush you at any point. I know that he has someone that will miss him. If not the that one person will be me. He's so young he should not have to die. I think to myself ' maybe he'll pick someone else. Please pick someone else' when i finish this thought he points to the drunken teen and i instantly feel sick, so much more sick. 

   I walk forward to the dark haired light eyed teen boy. His light tan skin barely shows from the dark long clothes he wears. One shaking and sweaty hand clutching the slick gun that is concealed in my pocket. He notices me but just turns around and starts to walk away from me. It takes all i have to make my feet move forward to follow him. I try to call out to him, but my voice refuses. I try again, managing a " Hey." he turns almost falling over like he moved to fast. He catches himself and straightens upright. 

"Yeah?" he slurs. He must have drank a little too much. I hope that means he won't be in as much pain. I decide to make this quick. " I'm so sorry" i say my voice dripping with sadness. Before he can ask why i pull the gun out of my jacket pocket. Closing my eyes pull the trigger. I hear him fall. I open my eyes again and i see blood soaking his shirt. I shot him in the chest. 

 I know i'm a bad person. I'm such a horrible person. I should have found a way around killing innocent people. I still have three more to go, i feel sick to my core about killing them and about how bad of a person i am. At least i'll be dead soon. I'll go to hell where i belong.