Short Story Wonderland

Jack?

I have always been interested in people, whether alive or dead has never been much of my concern, has it?

I never thought it would get to the point where I took their precious lives into my own hands.

Yet, here we are in an empty parking lot with three people's blood covering me: head to toe.

I guess you could call me borderline obsessed with people: always curious as to how they tick.

What makes them choose what shoes to wear, why are their screams so similar for example.

However, I guess it is over for me: I have been caught in the act.

I could hear the sirens before they even died; my guess: they called before

I don't exactly blame them for calling the cops on a creepy dude.

I always have my knife on me in case I need it.

The sirens only grow louder from this moment on: they're deafening.

What happens next really does happen in a quick blur.

The skinny cop comes after me with his gun.

I pull out my knife, quick as lightning

Before he can react, he is dead.

I never said I wasn't practiced.

The whole squadron goes down

One by one: dead

As am I.

I'm finally

Satisfied

A/N:

Okay so this was a cool prompt I found on reddit where it said to write something with 20 words in the first sentence, 19 in the second, 18 in the third etc. and i decided to do it! I really hope i counted right tho lmao.