MANIAC - Hatred & Love (Book 1)

Chapter 1

  

                             There is a fine line between hatred and love

 

 

Prophecy:

Zagan’s offspring will be cursed, caught in the human world and its morality, unable to see his true self, until one day will come when Eurynome will rise to choose between protection or dread – no matter the choice, killing in his way. He feeds on corpses; he is the prince of death.

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PART 1: THE COLD

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Chapter 1

The sound of Aidan's feet against the concrete echoed in the darkness surrounding him. Voices from behind made him certain they were keeping up with his light pace. That's alright, he thought to himself. You're supposed to. As he rounded an obscure street corner, he moved his hand to the gun's holster in his jacket, getting ready for the attack. Knowing that he was soon to kill those men made the adrenaline spike to a whole other level. He gritted his teeth in anticipation. His mind that had been set to mute, suddenly started to crawl its way back into his brain where it made its presence known by stating the excitement as strange. He was a professional killer and did this on a daily basis, which made him used to the adrenaline; His training had molded anticipation into nothing more than a state of impassive calm. He hadn't felt like this in a long time. 

Just as he knew the men were about to turn into the alley, he actually found himself wanting to kill them, not because it would be a job well done, but because of the eagerness that he wanted to please with just a delightful pull on the trigger. They were behind him now. He turned around and shot them in one smooth move without a second of hesitation. They staggered before falling to the ground with a whimper, their eyes showing a hint of surprise. As a feeling of exhilaration shook his body, he looked down at the hand that was holding the gun. Small goosebumps of pleasure ran across his forearm.

Had he just felt a euphoric bliss from killing two strangers? 

       He glanced around in search of any one nearby. If you were caught murdering people you were likely to attract attention. He was in luck: He knew the streets of Los Angeles like the back of his hand and almost no one knew about this area, except him and the dead men lying at his feet. He had a fair amount of time – considering the circumstances. But the peculiar sense of hunger just been stilled, startled him and caused him to rush through the procedure. He wanted this over with. Bending down, he searched the blonde man after a wallet so that it would look like a robbery. After he found it, he tucked it inside his jacket, noting to himself that he should burn it whenever he had the chance. He straightened himself. There was one important thing to do after a kill: Act natural. And so he walked through town towards home in all of his assassin-like stealth. 

A couple of minutes later, Aidan lay in the couch of his living room in the small shit hole of a flat that he called home, gulping down a pack of milk and three toasts with melt cheese while staring at the TV, thinking that the typical man would probably be watching tonight's game by now. He needed to blend in and become that typical man: The all american guy who raised no suspicion what-so-ever. Aidan was afraid he would soon start to give off a creep-vibe. He should be more like Nate. He should try to be 'the guy next door'.