Perfect murder

Part 1-Who am I?

Dark bloody night. There are guts and blood everywhere. The sreams are still haunting me-butchering people ain't pretty. But I was paid more than enough to do it, so, I can't really complain about it. Whatever, his family was constisting of assholes who had done a lot of unforgettable crimes. The lady who hired me had a 20 year grudge against them, well, I can't really blame her-they raped and then slaughtered her daughter, she was 18... Anyways, they will never ever do something like that again or anything at all.. They died screaming and begging for their miserable lifes.

I cleaned the crime scene and got the hell away from there. Then I stole some drug dealer's phone and contacted the police. My job is complete. It's time to go home. Ha. Nice one. I have no home.

Oh, shit. I should probably explain who the hell am I. Well, that's hell a good question because I have no clue. I don't know my parents. I don't know even my real name but you can call me Danny. I'm 24. Tall, little muscular, blond with a pixie cut. What else? Oh, yeah, and I am a killer. Yeah. Yeah. I know. I know. You are probably thinking "Just another show off" but here is some kind of tutorial on how to get away with murder and not the tv show. That's the real deal. Let me be honest here everyone is capable of committing murder but not everyone is going to get away with it. There is no way you can do it without a trace but still you can get away with it