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Delirious POV

All I remember was the screech of the car. My mom died and I survived, I wish I could see her again. I miss her sweet comforting voice. It's all their fault, that my mom's dead.

Me and my dad seek for revenge. We killed them but then we felt the lust to kill more and more. I couldn't stop myself, I enjoyed watching people scream in pain. I killed people for fun for 5 years.

I was left emotionless, we were one of the most dangerous people in the United States. We killed over 25,000 innocent people, they called me Delirious. I was known to be the silent but deadly because I mostly used my knife. I'm very fast on my feet and stay hidden in the shadows.

I wore a white mask with three red triangles on it and a blue hoodie with black jeans. We soon moved into a whole new state, I wanted to start over and this was my chance but the killer in me was still inside and there was no way of changing that. It's a part of me now, my lust to kill is courising through my veins.

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