Regan Columbus is the first person from the family of Harrison and Tom Columbus to be born in North America. Let's travel back to the year 1870 to explore his murderous deeds.
Someone almost found this Journal today! But I made sure they didn't see it. I'd gotten one of my friends, a guy named Ted Stinton, to come over and help me sort my stuff because my house is a mess and it's hard to find things anymore. I'd forgotten that I had left this journal FACE OPEN on my desk. He and I walked into my study and I spotted it. I ran over and got this before he even saw it.
Anyways, the third person I'd killed was a guy named George Hicks. George Hicks lived across from the theatre. I live beside the theatre and Elsa lived beside me. Here, I'll draw a diagram and include the house of my parents too.
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Legend:
-Blue = My parent's house
-Dark Red/Maroon/brown = Ally where that one lady got what she %&~#ing deserved
-White = Theater
-Black = The house of George Hicks
-Red = The house that I killed Jeffrey Rose in
-Yellow = My house
-Green = Elsa Cohen's house
-Purple = corner of the parc
-Orange = popular store
Anyways, back to the story. George Hicks was a jerk. Well... he was nice to most people but not to Elsa Cohen. Whenever George Hicks saw Elsa Cohen he'd do something mean. If he saw her outside he would do something like throw rocks at her, if he saw her eating he would spit in her food and no matter where she was he'd always hurl insults at her. I didn't know these things until one day when Elsa was talking to me while I worked, I saw him come up to her and continually hurras her and accuse her of murdering Jeffrey Rose and Don Hasen. I told him to fuck off and he did. Yes, when I asked him to leave he did! Not only that, but he did it politely! When he left I asked Elsa what that was all about. She told me about the bullying and I must say, that the whole experience surprised me. I saw George Hicks often, he used to come to the theatre each time we had a new series of performances. I also occasionally saw him in other public places. Whenever I saw him he was always the most polite, kind man one would be able to imagine. But to learn that he'd been harassing Elsa made me despise the man.
I knew that I was going to kill him but I didn't know how again. I didn't think I was ready to break into any other houses and he was stronger than I, so beating him up in an alley was out of the question. He also had a wife who lived with him. This meant that if I were to use the letter trick again then his wife would find out immediately and debunk the letter. I eventually came to the conclusion that if I wanted to kill George Hicks, then I'd need to learn more about him to find a place and time were he'd be alone.
That entire week I pretended to have the flue in order to fool my parents into letting me off work. I also locked the door in case anyone wanted to come in and help me with things or check up on me. I, of course, was actually out stalking George in private. I'd wear sunglasses, a top hat that covered all my hair and a fake mustache made with raccoon fur and glue to hide my identity. I learned alot about George Hicks. I learned that he worked at a classy restaurant and that he liked to paint. I learned something more important to me though. I learned that when he painted, he did it alone. Most of the places he liked to paint alone were alleys. Then I devised a plan. I brought a knife with me one day while I was following him. That day he decided to paint in an alley behind his house. He was perfectly alone and there were no windows facing him. I quickly ran up to him and tried to stab him but he noticed and pushed me away. "What the hell? Who are you and what do you think you're doing?" He asked. The only option that wasn't a gamble was if I ran because then I probably would have been caught because he'd probably recognize my figure and nose. That left me with two more possible routes. I could fight him or just wait there. I chose to fight him.
I got up and tried to stab him again but he grabbed my shirt. I then stabbed him anyway. I stabbed him right in the shoulder of the arm that he was holding my shirt with. Then I stabbed him multiple times in the cortex, paralyzing him and cut his skull open. I ripped out his brain and tossed it aside. Then I took out his eyes and put them in his head. I rushed home, burned my clothes and washed my knife. I came to work the next day.
