Confessions of a Killer

Confessions of a Killer

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Maybe it was the sound they made. Perhaps it was the pain in their eyes. It could have been their deep, pain filled cry for mercy or even their little stories on how they have a family to take care of. Maybe it was the way their bodies looked, lifeless, cold, washed out. Whatever the deep, twisted thing I got off on, it drove me to murder. It made me crave the feeling of taking a life with my own doing. The feeling took over me and made me into the person I am now. For a long time I was never caught, but this is no story about how I got away with the delicious killings I accomplished, no, this is the story of how I got caught. You may think I got caught by the police and got arrested on the spot, but my friend, you would be wrong. You may think that justice was finally given to all those "poor" souls I stole from innocent people by me rotting away in a jail cell with no body to converse with, but there you are again, wrong.
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"Would you not do that, Cupcake?" He moaned. "Cupcake, really? We escalated to pet names?" I said annoyed. "Well you haven't confirmed your name, so yeah." He responded getting up. "Fine if it means you'll stop calling me Cupcake, my name's Marie." I told him. "Good to know Cupcake." He smirked. I just rolled my eyes and turned back towards the classroom. "Hey does it look like I was done talking to you?" "Does it look like I care?" I asked turning back to the classroom. ------------------------------------ People think I am a normal girl. That's not how I would describe it. My dad was a CIA agent, before he died when I was 10. He trained me so, I can take care of my mom and I. I thought I wouldn't have anymore issues. I wouldn't need to live in fear of someone trying to hurt us. But then when I came home from school my mom was gone. The only thing there was a letter. MY MOM WAS KIDNAPPED! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I just moved to a small rich town in Tennessee. I just wanted to finish Junior year and not have to worry about how my dads job could effect me. I never expected to run straight into the schools bad boy. Let's just say he had no idea who he was messing with.

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