Chapter 1
I liked killing people.
At least, not technically. Although I’ve always wondered what it would be like to feel their blood on your hands. Would I feel remorseful? Would I feel guilt?
I don’t pull triggers or slip poison into tea. They do the heavy lifting, they did that to themselves, but I led them to that demise. It’s cruel I know, but I get off on it, the terror in their eyes, the pain they feel. The gruesome sight of the world crumbling around them. Now look at me, I’m rambling on like that oxygen thief dude—if you don’t know who that is, look him up, he’s sick. I’m not spoiling my ways just yet, but I think everyone’s in for a little treat.
To start, not now, or ever will you find out who I am, I’m not stupid, I’m calculated. I won’t go and flash around too many details. That’s where your imagination kicks in. The dark alleys, the messy bedrooms. Every single place you can think of a person dying, I promise you I’ll get to. I don’t push people off the edge; I just show them how beautiful the fall is—and they jump. All I’m here to do is tell you why they jumped.
You’re probably wondering why I’m typing this out. Why leave a paper trail? Because a masterpiece isn’t complete without a trace, without a painting. Without an audience. You, you’re my audience.
Enough about theory, enough about me. Let’s start with an easy one. Meet Victim One They had everything to live for, which made them incredibly fragile. Now, names of Victims is a detail I shall not reveal. Like I said I’m calculated, not stupid.
Number One’s life was gorgeous; a corner office, a happy marriage, and a good reputation. The kind of person who wasn’t necessarily forgettable. Honestly a dumb choice for my first victim, but I was a baby back then, barely out of my teens. God I’m telling you too much about myself back to One we’ll just call them One. One thought they were invincible, untouchable.
Which only made breaking them more satisfying. It didn’t take a weapon to undo One, all it took was psychological torture. I was kind at first, introduced myself at a coffee shop, and got his business card. Little did he know though, handing it over was the start to the end.
