Now that I had tasted what it was to
kill, I knew that I had to do more. It seemed as natural to me as
breathing is to you. I also needed to know how to dispose of the
body. That led me to the reservoir and alleys.
There were homeless men there, targets
abounded. I could hunt them. I'd smile while men twitched and kicked
like donkeys on the ground after smashing the back of their heads in
with wine bottles. Nobody thought twice when another drunkard turned
up dead.
We are all evil in some way or another.
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