Chronicles of a Serial killer

Xythrim, a very unusual name to give a child. However, that was the name he lived by. His child mind was not meant for the gruesome things it encountered, yet it resulted into him becoming what he is now. A, under an alias, very well known and feared person: A serial killer.

It's not like he chose the job, more so like it chose him. He had felt no remorse watching others suffer, or ultimately take their last breath. On the contrary, he often felt exhilaration when watching someone be brutally beaten or mauled. Something that was not normal behaviour of a child. It wasn't very prominent in his youth, so his parents never caught on.

It was only when he became an orphan that suspicion started to arise. There were clear signs of a break in, struggle, all the works of a murder. Little would the police know, that the small, 5-year-old kid had it all planned out. He had taken a knife from his kitchen with cotton gloves, careful to keep the fingerprints of his neighbor present.

That, and the fact that he managed to dump said weapon by the broken door in the house by the time the police arrived, acting the lost and tearful child that they presumed him to be. It was a miracle, how well he acted. No one would ever find out what transpired that night, not even his closest companion. He may not have had any acquaintences at that age, yet he had a best friend. Death.

He was a very intelligent kid for his age, and a very vigorous and diligent one aswell. By the time he was 4 he could already read and write, and he would lead a small little diary his parents never had access to. In fact, he planned on burning the piece of evidence, yet he kept it, feeling that it might come in hand sometime in the future. Safe to say: It did.

He was never caught.

DO NOT! EVER! TRY THIS AT HOME! THIS WAS CREATED THROUGH CURIOSITY AND DARK THOUGHTS AND HAS NO PROOF OF WORKING. IT IS A WORK OF FICTION.