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“Why?”
He sat across from me, looking at me like I was a filthy animal in a cage.
“You think I’m crazy, don’t you?” I asked, with a tap of my finger.
The idea of it frightened me. That’s why I was drawn to it. He would be afraid of it too.
“It doesn’t matter what I think.”
“Oh, but you know it does,” I said casually. I smiled. He knew.
Once you’ve seen it all, the sight- the smell- the sounds of chaos. It consumes you.
“I’m getting impatient. Now, tell me why.”
The glory of it. The fame. The whole world would remember me. Read my name, hope I didn’t know them. I was known by all, no one else wanted to be known.
“James…” he’s trying to sound pitiful. But he knows what I did. He is happy I will die.
“Don’t call me James.”
It was fun, choosing the people. At first they thought it was random. That doesn’t make you a legend, just another fad. So I had to start choosing.
He comes back into the room. All that interrogation must have been taking its toll. Poor him.
“It was fun. It was the most fun I’ve ever had.”
“What are you talking about?” He slams his hand on the desk, sending a ripple up my spine.
“It was fun…killing your daughter.”
I targeted police officers, firefighters. Anyone who wanted order. I found them and found who they loved. Then I killed them. Slashed their face, cut out their eyes. Carved my sign into their chest.
He stares into my eyes, trying to intimidate me. But all I can concentrate on is the dried blood on his cheek. It looks like a little heart, ready to split in two. I giggle.
After I was done with her, I couldn’t bring myself to leave. She was so delectable, beautiful. Her unmoving body, still glistening with blood. I let my body take control.
One second. One second of silence. Then he lunged at me from across the table, knocking me out of the chair. His fists collide with my face, over and over. Mixed in with my blood, I feel a drop of something else. I moved my dazed eyes up and look at him. I can see tears, dripping out of his eyes like crude leaks in a machine.
I will be so happy when I die. Then, I shall be able to leave, and I will be reborn anew. And all those people I’ve killed will understand, and thank me.
He stops, and slowly stands up. He wishes he was stronger, but I can tell he is shaking, destroyed. Finally. I lick the blood around my lips with delight. He looks at me one last time, then turns away and walks out.
“Goodbye…Dad!” I call out, and start to laugh. I laugh and laugh and laugh. Laughing myself into the next life, where I will be good.
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There you go. Hope no one was scared to life by it. And sorry if this seemed to confusing, I was trying to make it seem mysterious.
