Before you read on, I want to remind all of you that this story is going to be highly disturbing, confusing, and contains a lot of fragmented thoughts that won't make sense until later on. This is because this story is told from the view of sociopath. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Also, I'm not a %100 sure yet, but I think I am going to be writing most of this story in the form of Niall writing in his journal and the breaks in his entry is just Niall writing at different times of the day.
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June 29 2014
The urge has come back. It’s kind of concerning me. It’s only been three months since the last time I have killed someone. Usually I am satisfied for a long while after a killing. But, the time span between the urges is becoming much shorter. It started at one year, then nine months, then six, and now three.
How long will it take until it becomes a daily thing?
How long until I can no longer control myself?
How long until I break my own code?
I can feel myself breaking. The usual type of victims is no longer satisfying. They’re too easy. No one misses the homeless, the drug addict with no family, the drunks that everyone wishes would just disappear. Those are my usual victims and quite frankly, they have become boring.
I crave a challenge. I crave thrill, the thrill of killing someone who was loved, someone who will be missed. This idea excites me. That’s what I crave the most, excitement.
I know how sick that sounds, how all of this sounds. Half of me wants to be normal, just like everyone else. Not someone who is controlled by the sick urges. That’s where my code comes in. It’s a simple code really: research the victim, make sure no one would miss them, leave no prints, leave no messes, erase all traces, and dispose everything.
The other half of me really does enjoy it. I can’t help that I enjoy it though. I wouldn’t have even known about these urges if it wasn’t for that perv that attacked me four years ago.
Should I hate him or thank him?
The urge is just simply killing me right now. I don’t want to give into it. I want to be like everyone else. I want to try to be normal, or at least hold off on the urge until I can’t fight against it anymore.
How long can I go until I give in to this dreadful urge?
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Fatality (Discontinued)
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