unforgivable

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blood dripped down the knife he was gripping. he had just killed Cameron Israfel. a smile creeped up his face as he started to giggle under his breath. he was truly insane, and anyone who tried to help "fix" him had only fixed their death date to be early. he however, as a skilled ex -member of the mafia, had stopped what he was doing, and immediately placed down his rose and a small card, reading in neat handwriting, "How clumsy of us, with love, Mafia." he had known Cameron had run a gameshow, and he knew the participants would find the body, so all he had to do now was wait. he ran off into the darkness, far away from that cold alleyway during January 18th, 1923.

how lovely the next day was! he smiled as he walked through the plain field of grass and sunflowers. he heard the announcement of Cameron's poor body being discovered, but he just shrugged it off, assuming he would stay dead.
boy was he wrong.