Lucid

"Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our deaths."

Monochrome. The perfect word to describe the world in which I live. Similar to the truth, there's black, white, and grey. I have three main confidants, who also frequently consult me in my day to day life, their names are Mark, Joseph (more fondly known as Joe) and Eve. They guide me towards the bigger picture wherein I eliminate those deemed unholy and unwanted, these actions they assure me will earn me fame and recognition in the end. If you didn't get it, "eliminate" means that I kill them.
My name is Elliot Myers and I am a serial killer.

Elliot Myers will hold the door open for strangers, smile at servers, and help old ladies carry their groceries to their cars. He will also kill with little to no hesitation. Mild-mannered on the surface, Elliot is thoughtful, witty, and very very flawed. Guided by voices in his head, he commits appalling acts, disillusioned with the idea that his crimes are serving a bigger picture where he will someday be applauded for his actions. Although, this past month something hasn't felt right, almost as though what he is doing is wrong. Elliot can't accept that because that would make him some sort of monster. Which he isn't?

(Quick A/N: I am not sure when I will continue this story but if you have any thoughts on this small piece so far, definitely leave a comment and let me know!)

[P.C. Succumb Statue by Unknown]