Anonymous POV
I was angry. More angry than typical nights. I wanted to feel the adrenaline of death. To watch the life of some pathetic waste of Earths space, drain slowly from their body. Nights like these were really bad, to be honest I was mildly intoxicated.
Okay.. I was highly intoxicated.
But I just needed an escape I guess, my last project was stressful and tonight didnt make it any better. I just need someone easy, someone I dont have to study. Someone that nobody will notice is gone.
Im walking down the dark, rainy sidewalk. Passing all the closed stores on the street. Nobody is in sight, and I cant help but think about how Im going to handle my next subject. Ive been to simple, just point and shoot. What happened to the real twisted shit, the torture, the gore. I guess I just need to simply bring it back.
I pass a closed down news stand, it has multiple newspapers under a plastic sheild to protect from the rain or unpaying costumers. My eyes scan over the top stories, no surprise to me, I see headlines about a serial killer and many unfortunate deaths happening in the state. I smile to myself. They classify me as a serial killer now? How sweet.
I break the lock and open the plastic cover. I grab as many newspapers with the topic of Yours Truely.
Afterwards I make my way back to my place, it is late and Im too angry to stay awake. Tomorrow is going to be the first day in my explanation process.
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Dangerous Love(BOOK1)
ActionKristy Adams was a young girl, working a pretty mainstream job as a personal assistant. Her life is pretty average, until her boss informs her that they will be hiring a new office assistant. Seems perfectly fine, right? Wrong. Find out the crazy...
