They say people are born different,
I'd agree.
I'm very different from the others, ever since I was a kid.
I grew up without a mother, my first murder was my own father. When I turned 18 my father had lost it, he attacked me in the kitchen when I was quietly cooking, I grabbed the closest weapon and stabbed him. The police believed me when I told them that someone had broken in. We lived in a shitty apartment, no cameras, no security, nothing. I was able to cover up my tracks within minutes. The investigation lasted for about 5 months until they stopped. The leads always took them to a dead end.
There I started, as serial killer. I did it for fun at first, but it started to become a habit. I couldn't control it anymore.
Before I knew it.
I became a monster.
I wasn't the little boy I once remembered.
I was a blood thirsty murderer.
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➳ The Kangaroo Masked Killer || Bang Chan
FanfictionHe's lurks the city for his next victim, he doesn't really have a pattern, but he kills whenever and where ever he wants. He's just like every other young man...but has his own dirty little secrets. He's most wanted on the list. He's known all aroun...
