The Merderer

V.

Wednesday.
September 23, 2038.

It was 12:30p.m. A man came out of the downtown bar. Well, more like dragged out. It was dark so his face was not visible. But his silhouette could easily be made out. He walked slowly, hands in pockets. It was almost like he wasn't walking at all. Obviously he was deep in thought, oblivious to his surroundings. He had a lot of things going on in his malnourished head.

He had come to this town for a new beginning. He had seen a job opportunity as a builder. He'd check it out tomorrow. He was tired.
He liked the bartender that served him. She was a good person. Not many people said a word to him. In fact, most of them looked at him with contempt. But she looked sad. Sad for him. Amused even. When was the last time that happened? He was a sore loser no one cared about. He had no family, no friends and..

Tap.
He heard a footstep behind him making him pause in his thoughts. Human nature forced him to look backwards to check and he saw nothing. Not a thing.
He continued his conversation with the voices in his head. He sighed.

Tap.
Tap.
He looked backwards again, his heartbeat slowly rising. Was he being followed? He asked himself. He had nothing to give to anybody not even himself. So anyone thinking about mugging him was in for a huge surprise. He quickened his pace.
His head was playing with him. He had nowhere to go. But earlier today, he had found a neat park that looked like a good sleeping spot. He made up his mind to go there. His head was pounding.

Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Someone was following him. Someone tall and built. The figure was moving faster towards him. He began to run. Fast. He sprinted across the road and towards the park. It was very dark so he squinted his eyes to see as much as he could. He fell twice but got right back up again. For a man who hadn't eaten in three days, he sure was energetic.

He must have run for more than two minutes before he noticed that he could no longer hear anything. He looked around. Everywhere was deserted. He panted. His heart beat beating fast. He laid down on the ground trying to get his strength back. That was hard since he hadn't eaten.

What was that? Was he trying to kill me? Different thoughts popped into his mind. Everywhere was as quiet as a graveyard. Had he imagined it all? He wondered if he was losing his mind. He laughed spitefully cursing his parents for even giving birth to him in the first place. There was no point in living. He had enough strength to move to a bench so he crawled to it and closed his eyes. Blocking himself from the world. He wished he could sleep forever.

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The figure smirked in an evil way. A new guy was in town. He wasn't known by anyone and he had no family. He had come from very far away and had nothing to call his own.
The perfect victim.
He stared at the poor man writhing on the ground. Poor poor man. He wouldn't know what would hit him. He went in the opposite direction, the evil smirk still fixed on his face. He loved his town.

I can now say that the story has officially begun. Stay tuned. Sorry stay glued. What am I saying *face palm* just keep reading. And please vote. Vote vote vote. Comment comment comment! You can even say something bad about it, I'll take it as you trying to make me better.

-iris.