° you can call me monster. °

"What the heck.." Ethan Williams was now cussing under his breath. He sat on a chair, putting his face on the palm of his sweaty hands. He was nervous, for the first time after doing a murder, he was nervous.

"Youre lying." The Chief looked at the other police, his eyes were now burning in madness.
"What.. I'm n-not..." He stuttered and Ethan stood up, looking at the shivering man with his killer eyes. "You are. Im the only one who has access to the CCTV.." Ethan glared at the man dead serious.

The Chief nodded at Ethan, grabbing the other police, arresting him from accusing a Officer Williams, from a murder.

Ethan watched the two leaving, sighing in relief. "I need to delete the CCTV..." He hissed, turning his hand into a fist now. He punched the wall of the morgue, clinching his teeth.

Soon the day was almost over, Ethan was making his way to his house.

He soon arrived, he walked to the door, unlocked it and got in. Kicking his shoes away, taking off his work jacket, he threw his hat on the couch and sat down.

He was now looking at his bloody hands. "What is wrong with me..
..I enjoyed it." He said laying down. Soon he was asleep.

Ethan woke up, trying to breathe in as much as he could. His whole shivering body was now full of sweat, as he  quickly got up, grabbing a notebook from his work table.

"Will Hayes." He murmured under his breath. "Mason Wells.." He wrote under the last victims name.

Ethans eyes were now wide open.
"I can write every person i kill here, and if someone sees this, i'm a police." He smirked and took his phone out of his pocket.

With his thick fingers Ethan was now dialing a number on it. The call was soon answered.

"Hello. This is Officer Williams, i'm calling you because unfortunately your husband, Mason Wells was shot to his death today." Ethan said, playing with the pencil between his fingers. Mrs. Wells screamed on the phone, crying, and Ethan couldnt do anything else than just smile.

When the call ended Ethan smiled.
If someone saw that smile, they would think hes crazy, or atleast acting like a one.

He got up, putting his phone and the pencil down on the table.

"Luckily the only witnesses who knew i was in the shop, are both dead." Ethan chuckled, as soon as he remembered something.

Grabbing his jacket Ethan stormed out the door, to the police station. "Why am i so stupid..That CCTV.." He cursed as he ran to the station.

He pushed the door open and all of the officers, polices and security was there. Ethans face went blank.

He screwed up.

"Officer Williams, youre arrested for the murder or Will Hayes." The chief said, walking straight to Ethan.

His heart stopped. The CCTV.
"What? Is this a joke.." He still tried to lie, as the Chief punched him on the stomach, making him fall on his knees.

"You crazy kid. What are you?" Chief Anderson was now keeping Ethan on the floor.  "What a-am i?" Ethan stuttered and The chief glared down at him. "You are a monster, not a police officer." Chief said and Ethan let himself lay on the floor.

"Youre twisted, we knew you will come back to delete the CCTV." The chief said and Ethan grabbed his gun. Shooting Anderson straight in his forehead, he then slowly got up, shooting every person on the room.

He was just about to get up when one of the officers got into the room, kicking Ethan straight into the stomach. Ethan was now deadly angry, he looked at the officer, shooting his leg so he fell down.

They were on the same stage now and Ethan smirked, grabbing the man up by his throat, choking him to his death.

Ethan was out of his breath, he got up grabbing his stomach which hurted.

"You w-were right.." Ethan breathed out, looking at the Chief's corpse.
"I did came back to delete the CCTV..."

He ran to the room, deleting the CCTV where he shot Will Hayes nextly he deleted the video from the security camera from the station.

He was a twisted, psycho man.

He then took the most of the guns in a huge bag he found from the closet. "You wont find me. Alright?" He said to the bloody corpses around him as he walked.

He was now looking at the Chief, smirking. "You were always dead to me." Ethan said, throwing the bag on to his shoulder.

He then ran out, not looking back. He made a huge crime, but did he care?

Did Ethan Williams care?

Never.