Spawn of Satan

Addiction

I held the addiction, I was addicted to taking away the thing people mostly valued. I like to kill innocent people, watching their warm blood drip to the ground even though their body was cold.

I felt the endless need to kill, endless thoughts controlled my mind like a spider controlling the wrapped fly, trapped by the spider's web.

My days continuously consisted of remembering my deep past., creating a deep past, and hiding my deep past. I sometimes hear of people getting the blame for the things of done.

I continuously have that mystifying smirk and endless addiction. I forever craved watching them beg and plea, knowing I could help them, but never did.

I controlled the line they held, the line of life or death. You may have thought I am crazy but I am indeed sane. If you have not felt this certain power, the power and excitement of holding the line, yanking and tugging at it, you wouldn't understand.

I guess I should reveal how I killed my father along with the very reason. I how I felt as though I was tormenting his very soul.

**one year ago**

"I know you've killed her!" My father screamed at me, as he through the news paper on the table.

"Father, I have just got home and you already assume I have killed somebody. How many times will you assume I am the killer going around?" I said, looking into his sharp green eyes, that can pierce into your soul.

I hated those pair of eyes, and i wanted to cringe every time I would look into them. "You promised me three years ago was the only time you have killed, that was the one and only, but now you go around killing any and every person. You spawn of Satan" He yelled, slamming his fist on the table.

I slid my hand across the blade of the knife, the one who took away life. My mystifying smirk returned and I plunged the knife into my father's heart, saying "I am a spawn of satan, as which you've said one too many times father."

After I felt the realization of what just happen, my whole body tremble with excitement. I didn't believe I was ever able to take my father's life.

The power streamed across me like wind whistling across the ringing ears of a soldier who is in the battle field awaiting the his death.

**present**

The sensational craving of needing that power again came upon me. I stood up from the wooden chair I was sitting on. I need to fill the craving.

As I was walking out to leave the very house that helped contain my secret, dark past, I grabbed my weapons along with my coat.

"Umm.. Where is that house you are selling?" The tall, skinny guy asked, looking awfully confused. "This is a shortcut." I say rolling my eyes. I took him to the alleyway that I usually take my victims to.

"Oh. Umm. Okay." He said, slouching putting his hands in his pockets, shrugging his shoulders.

I grip the plastic handle of my weapon. My smirk returned and I plunged it into his heart. He pleaded and begged but for the first time there was not a scream.

When I looked into his eyes it was as though I looked into my mother's eyes. Guilt went over me like a wave washing on a shore.

I panic and as I've done only once in my life, I dialed for the police. "911, what's your emergency?" The operator said.

"Um. Yes. I. Stabbed. I stabbed a guy!" I yelled. "Where are located?" The operator asked. "I just told you I stabbed a guy and you are calm? How are you so calm?!" I yelled.

I quickly hung up when the realization of what just happened hit me. The guy was still on the ground holding his wound, gasping for air.

I panicked, frozen on spot, my mouth wide open with the knife still in my hand. I saw blue and red lights turn down the alleyway.

I dropped the knife and turned around. Cops surrounded me from the front to the back. They came up to me, forcing my hands behind my back and placing handcuffs on them, like they've done only once in the past.

"You have the right to remain silent, you have the right to an attorney, if you.." I tuned them out, watching the paramedics put the guy in the hospital bed.

I was pushed into the backseat of a police car.

"Lexy, we know you meant to kill him, we have evidence and if you don't start talking we will make sure you get life in prison." The man yelled at me.

Clearly they do not realize my father was a lawyer and I know how to get out of this situation since I've already been in it once. "I want a lawyer." I stated , smirking.