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Killer

I began creeping towards my victim, I prepare my unbreakable unbeatable weapon, I begin to strike.

A killer can take any shape or form, a bear to a muscled man to a 5 year old yelling at a friend. His weapon can be anything from the teeth in his mouth, the fists he has vigorously shaped or the scissors the 5 year old holds. I am a killer and I know what I do is wrong, but I cannon stop, I cannot hold back, I must kill and I must destroy. I am a killer and this is what I do.

The setting for my kill today could have been anything, it can be the nightclub that I so love to spend my mindless nights, but for my story to take place we will set it in an alley, this is my hunting ground and this is where I will kill.

I begin to hum; I am delighted that it may be my turn to kill tonight. The last weeks no one has met their fate and I begun to grow anxious, the urge inside of me was growing. It had been weeks since I had felt the sweet warmth of a kill and I begun to miss the feeling. I look around the vast dance floor and I eye out targets. Across the floor my eyes lock with my victim, blonde hair and long thin legs, my mouth begins to water, my stomach growls and my ears twitch.

We both begin to walk towards each other; my eyes remain staring at the victim. I begin to speed up, as I feel my pace has increased, I slow down, I don't want to put her off. My knees clatter together as I begin to slow down. We are so close it is unbearable, I begin to open my mouth but she walks straight past me. My victim has escaped me, I was going to turn around but she may get startled. Instead I keep walking, I hide my self amongst the meaningless garbage that litters the floor, and I sit down on a heightened stool. A man walks past hurriedly and offers me a drink, I decline and keep staring at my victim.

I can not resist the urge, I must kill, and I must have her. I stand up, I move hurriedly across the floor, my stomach growls and my mouth waters again. I prepare my weapon, I hum softly, and she begins to turn around. I hide between the alleyways, I calm my breathe, I must remain hidden, if she was to see my true self everything would be lost. I look by the side of the alleyway, she had begun walking again, she is about to leave sight as she waits at the traffic lights. I take out my weapon and I feel the greatest urge to use it and end my victim's life, because that is what I do, I kill and murder and no one holds me accountable. No one finds happiness from my kills, no one ever will but I must, I can not resist.

My victim is waiting at the traffic lights, I begin to approach her, my weapon has been unsheathed, I am going into the kill, my stomach growls silently and my mouth becomes dry. I tap my victim on the shoulder, my weapon is ready.

My victim turns around and smiles, the kill has begun, my weapon slashes back and forth, and as every word comes from my mouth, her ears light up, my weapon is clear and perfect. I walk away with a number in my hand written on a perfect white paper. The kill has just started and as everything changes for my victim, my life has not changed and I will not change. I can not help myself the urge is always too great. I was a killer, a killer I will stay and a killer I will always be.

By David La Galia

Description
Killer

I began creeping towards my victim, I prepare my unbreakable unbeatable weapon, I begin to strike.

A killer can take any shape or form, a bear to a muscled man to a 5 year old yelling at a friend. His weapon can be anything from the teeth in his mouth, the fists he has vigorously shaped or the scissors the 5 year old holds. I am a killer and I know what I do is wrong, but I cannon stop, I cannot hold back, I must kill and I must destroy. I am a killer and this is what I do.

The setting for my kill today could have been anything, it can be the nightclub that I so love to spend my mindless nights, but for my story to take place we will set it in an alley, this is my hunting ground and this is where I will kill.

I begin to hum; I am delighted that it may be my turn to kill tonight. The last weeks no one has met their fate and I begun to grow anxious, the urge inside of me was growing. It had been weeks since I had felt the sweet warmth of a kill and I begun to miss the feeling. I look around the vast dance floor and I eye out targets. Across the floor my eyes lock with my victim, blonde hair and long thin legs, my mouth begins to water, my stomach growls and my ears twitch.

We both begin to walk towards each other; my eyes remain staring at the victim. I begin to speed up, as I feel my pace has increased, I slow down, I don't want to put her off. My knees clatter together as I begin to slow down. We are so close it is unbearable, I begin to open my mouth but she walks straight past me. My victim has escaped me, I was going to turn around but she may get startled. Instead I keep walking, I hide my self amongst the meaningless garbage that litters the floor, and I sit down on a heightened stool. A man walks past hurriedly and offers me a drink, I decline and keep staring at my victim.

I can not resist the urge, I must kill, and I must have her. I stand up, I move hurriedly across the floor, my stomach growls and my mouth waters again. I prepare my weapon, I hum softly, and she begins to turn around. I hide between the alleyways, I calm my breathe, I must remain hidden, if she was to see my true self everything would be lost. I look by the side of the alleyway, she had begun walking again, she is about to leave sight as she waits at the traffic lights. I take out my weapon and I feel the greatest urge to use it and end my victim's life, because that is what I do, I kill and murder and no one holds me accountable. No one finds happiness from my kills, no one ever will but I must, I can not resist.

My victim is waiting at the traffic lights, I begin to approach her, my weapon has been unsheathed, I am going into the kill, my stomach growls silently and my mouth becomes dry. I tap my victim on the shoulder, my weapon is ready.

My victim turns around and smiles, the kill has begun, my weapon slashes back and forth, and as every word comes from my mouth, her ears light up, my weapon is clear and perfect. I walk away with a number in my hand written on a perfect white paper. The kill has just started and as everything changes for my victim, my life has not changed and I will not change. I can not help myself the urge is always too great. I was a killer, a killer I will stay and a killer I will always be.

By David La Galia