Five

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KILLER'S POV

It's a strange thing, death I mean. You never know when it's going to happen, whether you knew it was coming all along, or not. I wish I could say that I knew the filling, the pain that drove people to scream, or the blissful peace they felt that caused them to smile. I've never met death, nor have I ever come close, but I've still felt pain, and it's a bitch.

I've only killed a few, here and there, not really caring whom, nor when. I mostly kill someone when they've pissed me off out in public, or looked at me weird in the streets on the way home. It simply just pissed me off, and I couldn't help the anger that overtook me, red consuming my vision, turning my mind and soul into a monster.

I laughed while watching the news the following morning after I had killed the kid, unable to help myself as Claire announced the name the public had given me.

Devil's Killer.

It wasn't too shabby considering my weapon of choice, but nonetheless, it was still a little cheesy.

Sighing, I decided it was time to plan my next kill. I don't know why I needed to plan this one as this kill would be quite easy, but better safe than sorry I guess.

Ready or not, don't play dumb.

Ready or not, you'll feel numb.

Ready or not, here I come.

*•.¸♡ ᴀɴɴɪᴇ ᴀᴅᴇʟʟᴇ ♡¸.•*

kiss me like it's do or die
and take me to the other side

don't you just love jason derulo?
xoxo

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