Acess Code for Murder

Prologue

I entered the shower, wanting to wash the blood away of my body. I don't exactly get why I got so attached to someone I met just some hours earlier. Maybe my unconsciousness thought that I was a liability to be around, seeing that Death pratically followed me everywhere. Wouldn't that be a a great superpower for a villain? Having Death just chasing you, and murdering everyone around you while you casually just go for a little stroll. That would be great. Or when you just have one of those days where you don't want to get along with anyone. No, that'd be extreme.

It definitely would be a great villain power, but I am no villain. At least not now. Or at least not for most people. The Law is a good thing, or so they think. I don't know what's good or bad anymore. All I know is that scotch and cigarettes are both good and bad. And believe me when I say this: I can live with that.

Unlike our victim. Well, I say "our", but it's actually "my". My victim. And of course I only say this to not give away any information about the unfortunate person. Yes, indeed. Because if there is one thing I prefer over scotch and cigarettes is a good mystery. Unless it eats you alive. In this case, I don't know if I'm speaking literally or metaphorically. Poor thing. I should be angry but I'm not.

I suddenly became bitter. In the last two months I just became... bitter. I can only find comfort in my guilty pleasures and on Maggie's company. She doesn't know about this, of course. Maybe leaving Hannah turned me into a heartless bastard. Eh... Whatever. I'm not as bad as some of the people out there. Some are killers. Some are cannibals. Some are both. I pity them. It's the most frustating thing to kill someone that doesn't struggle for their life; at least that's what I think... Imagine that the last thing you see is a frustrated killer because he can't make you scream. Does that even mean you're losing your life now? Or have you lost it a long time ago and didn't even notice?