COLBY'S POV
I sat in the front room watching the news with my parents about some local killer, I'd be lying if I said it wasn't comepletly disgusting, it left a bitter taste in my mouth.
I became almost obsessed with the case, doing research all day about it, even going as far as visiting the local sheriff department who didn't talk about it much, I took as many notes as I could, hoping to learn something, I want to know who the the Rose Killer was.
Criminology always intrigued me but I feared I wouldn't have the stomach for it. I didn't even go to College, which I knew my parents were dissapointed by, but, they were happy if I was happy that's what mattered.
I believe that a good person can be warped into evil, and an evil person can be tempered by good, I wanted to help people because I truly believed that you'll only ever be satisfied if you are who you wanted to be, even if you think you can't be tamed, you would be wrong, I thought about psychology didn't fit me who I was as a person.
I kept these files, ever since I was thirteen, these files contained serial killers, I, myself, could never hurt another human being but killers had always intrigued me, I wanted dto know why? And how they began, their stories, but no one ever knew the true story, even if you sat in a room with them for days you would still never, truly know them, I wanted to know the anatomy of murder.
Little did Colby know but he was about to understand his curiosities in the worst of ways.
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Fanfic"Is this okay?" Stockholm Syndrome Feelings of trust or affection felt in many cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim towards a captor.
