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I kept walking through the forest. It was very empty, and kind of strange. Isn't the forest here usually full of life? Birds chirping, rustling of small animals, the occasional broken twig, all of that? Were the animals fleeing me? Was the mere sight of me scaring them away?
Oh, well. It didn't matter. It was just a matter of aesthetics. I didn't really care that much. I wonder what that bastard is thinking in hell right now. Is he watching me now?
It was what he deserved. He deserved to die. It was just natural, one life to save many others. But why wasn't I able to save the girl? Why did I leave her there?
I regret leaving her a lot. She could have lived, if I had just stayed a little longer. It was all my fault that she was dead, and there was nothing I could do about it now.
But I could hunt those who did this and went unpunished, and maybe do a little bit of good, before my time is up. It won't fill any holes, and I won't feel fulfilled, no matter how many I kill, but I guess it would be doing atonement to the little girl, wouldn't I? I think so, anyway.
I walked back into town, trekking for about a half an hour until I stopped, feeling a little tired. I was close. I was actually right next to the little stream that I killed the man near. I walked over. Ah... there he was now. His blood stained the stream. Dammit. I went a little upstream, and washed off all the blood. It actually made me feel a lot better because of it. Amazing what a little rinse can do. Feeling better, and refreshed, I walked into the town. I strolled along the familiar streets, and went to the police station.
I walked in. The person standing at the desk screamed, papers flying everywhere. He crumpled to the ground, muttering "don't hurt don't hurt me don't hurt me don't hurt me" as he trembled in his newly issued holster and boots. The new recruit. I don't suppose he has too much information, considering.
But he could probably direct me to people who do.
"Do you know where the police chief is?" I asked, as politely as I could, trying to make the best impression possible. The rookie stood up, slowly, as if surprised he still had control his facilities. He pointed down a hallway to my left.
"Thanks," I said, walking in the direction he had pointed.
I walked that way, until I made it to a door at the end of the hallway with a plaque that read: POLICE CHIEF: DAISY FREEMAN.
I knocked on the door, and waited for her to answer it. She did, and almost fell over. I put my hands up in a sign a submission, and she relaxed, and stood up, in the same fashion as the new recruit.
I smiled. She flinched. I was actually beginning to enjoy this.
"So... what can I do for ya?" She asked, pointedly not looking at me, instead looking at some imaginary spot of dust on her plaque. I guess she was new? Still proud?
"Well, I would like all of your unsolved cases on any kind of murder or molesting, please."
She blinked, and started smiling. "Oh, I get it. This is a big practical joke." She looked down the hall. "Good one, Lawrence."
"I am dead serious."
She stopped smiling. "I can't do that for you. At least not until you take the makeup off."
She poked me in the chest, smiling mischievously.
It burned. And the pain only got worse, until it was at an ultimatum that I could not escape. I collapsed, unbeknownst to Daisy, who had already closed the door. It didn't stop burning, it just got worse, and I was being consumed by this feeling, of... hunger. I needed to eat. NOW.
I didn't see any food. I walked over to the recruit, and waved, before taking a bite out of his neck. It tasted good, like really rare steak. It had an interesting texture, too. I was intrigued. I took another bite.

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I kept walking through the forest. It was very empty, and kind of strange. Isn't the forest here usually full of life? Birds chirping, rustling of small animals, the occasional broken twig, all of that? Were the animals fleeing me? Was the mere sight of me scaring them away?
Oh, well. It didn't matter. It was just a matter of aesthetics. I didn't really care that much. I wonder what that bastard is thinking in hell right now. Is he watching me now?
It was what he deserved. He deserved to die. It was just natural, one life to save many others. But why wasn't I able to save the girl? Why did I leave her there?
I regret leaving her a lot. She could have lived, if I had just stayed a little longer. It was all my fault that she was dead, and there was nothing I could do about it now.
But I could hunt those who did this and went unpunished, and maybe do a little bit of good, before my time is up. It won't fill any holes, and I won't feel fulfilled, no matter how many I kill, but I guess it would be doing atonement to the little girl, wouldn't I? I think so, anyway.
I walked back into town, trekking for about a half an hour until I stopped, feeling a little tired. I was close. I was actually right next to the little stream that I killed the man near. I walked over. Ah... there he was now. His blood stained the stream. Dammit. I went a little upstream, and washed off all the blood. It actually made me feel a lot better because of it. Amazing what a little rinse can do. Feeling better, and refreshed, I walked into the town. I strolled along the familiar streets, and went to the police station.
I walked in. The person standing at the desk screamed, papers flying everywhere. He crumpled to the ground, muttering "don't hurt don't hurt me don't hurt me don't hurt me" as he trembled in his newly issued holster and boots. The new recruit. I don't suppose he has too much information, considering.
But he could probably direct me to people who do.
"Do you know where the police chief is?" I asked, as politely as I could, trying to make the best impression possible. The rookie stood up, slowly, as if surprised he still had control his facilities. He pointed down a hallway to my left.
"Thanks," I said, walking in the direction he had pointed.
I walked that way, until I made it to a door at the end of the hallway with a plaque that read: POLICE CHIEF: DAISY FREEMAN.
I knocked on the door, and waited for her to answer it. She did, and almost fell over. I put my hands up in a sign a submission, and she relaxed, and stood up, in the same fashion as the new recruit.
I smiled. She flinched. I was actually beginning to enjoy this.
"So... what can I do for ya?" She asked, pointedly not looking at me, instead looking at some imaginary spot of dust on her plaque. I guess she was new? Still proud?
"Well, I would like all of your unsolved cases on any kind of murder or molesting, please."
She blinked, and started smiling. "Oh, I get it. This is a big practical joke." She looked down the hall. "Good one, Lawrence."
"I am dead serious."
She stopped smiling. "I can't do that for you. At least not until you take the makeup off."
She poked me in the chest, smiling mischievously.
It burned. And the pain only got worse, until it was at an ultimatum that I could not escape. I collapsed, unbeknownst to Daisy, who had already closed the door. It didn't stop burning, it just got worse, and I was being consumed by this feeling, of... hunger. I needed to eat. NOW.
I didn't see any food. I walked over to the recruit, and waved, before taking a bite out of his neck. It tasted good, like really rare steak. It had an interesting texture, too. I was intrigued. I took another bite.