13+-+Murderer


 * 1) I’d never imagined I could kill somebody. Ever. And yet, here I was, with five dead men beneath me. Surprisingly, the feeling of exhilaration during combat was something I looked forward to again. It seemed like a virus, as if it could take over like a drug. Before, I was a pacifist. The idea of killing another human being, anything even was beyond me. It took these brigands, which were going to take my life, to get me to fight. I fingered the emerald on my necklace as I pondered, deep in thought. Perhaps they attacked me because of it. No doubt it was valuable. A sphere, about 2 inches in diameter, made completely of emerald. My father always said it gave the wearer luck beyond anything they could imagine, against all odds. I do not believe in such things. Still, these bandits were the worst I have ever seen. Not that I have seen many. They missed steps, one even tripped while in combat, while all the while I was performing amazing stuns. I jumped from the shoulder of one and plunged my knife - made for carving wood only - into his neck. He buckled and immediately died. The others were nothing special, they died in a similar way. Somehow, I had managed to hit them all in the same exact area, cutting off the flow of blood to the brain. I had instantly killed them. //Well, at least it was a quick death. I don't believe I could ever put something through a long a painful one.// The thought of torture and extended combat sickened me, but the thought of fighting itself energized my thoughts. I was becoming a beast, and I loved it. Maybe this necklace DID do something...
 * 2) The following days weren't easy. I was on edge, constantly aware of my surroundings, searching for attackers. It was certainly possible the police could show up with murder charges. Thankfully, nothing like that happened. The question is, was I thankful for this? The lack of attackers disappointed me. It almost seemed like I wanted to be attacked, to test my abilities once more; To see if what I did in the alleyway was capable of being recreated. I continued on with my life, trying to act normal - and often I did - living my life as I had before. But the danger was still there. If I stopped focusing on other tasks for more than a few seconds, the thoughts would again fill my head. //That was a rush. I// //bet I could do it again. When is the next opportunity.// I had to stop myself there, else the ideas would only get worse and more dramatic. I countered with rational thoughts; //Murder is wrong! I'm no killer!// I reminded myself that what happened in the alley way was just self-defense, yet I still could not remove these urges. What have I become? Is it the amulet? No...such things, such idiotic ideas of magic, could not possibly be true. I fear for my mental sanity; I feel myself slipping away ever so slowly...
 * 3) The murder always haunted me in the back of my thoughts. It became harder every day, preventing these brutal interests, the desire to take another life, plunge my weapons - No! I have to stop thinking about this, this...desecration. Am I going insane? If I AM insane, perhaps the world would be better without me...if I can't stop myself. Should I take my own life, to save all who may perish by my hand? Yes. That would be the only escape. Packing my few things, I walked out the door of my apartment, to the ground level. I left the front door feeling regret and sorrow, but I knew I was a danger to everybody. I sniffed the air, smelling the freshness of the world I was about to leave. I got in my car, turned the key in the ignition, and decided to take one last look at the world I was going to leave. //NO! I can't...// Tress dotted the landscape, low rolling hills on either side of the road, covered in //I can't look at it, I'll regret my decision...rethink what I am going to do...// unending shades of green grass. A pasture was far in the distance, the owner of the farm, I knew him well. I had to say goodbye //Don't even try that, you fool! You know how much you'll miss him. Just go and get it over with now!// A tear formed in my left eye, I had to do this. Quietly, I drove off onto the main highway. My nerves ran high. //The airport, go back to your home in Columbus.// I figured I may as well go where I came from.
 * 4) I arrived at the airport about fourteen days after the incident, and I got a ticket for a flight out of the country. I was set on suicide, and I figured I should get a few drinks to cloud my decisions. The doubt and desire were coming back in waves, stronger each time. Perhaps a drink or two would suppress these feelings, and let me think straight. They could also loosen the memories, maybe. Yet I found myself in a bar late at night - I think the name is Tempo's - with the alcohol having no real effect. Normally, two would be enough. I was intoxicated easily. However, I was on my third, over the course of an hour, and was still perfectly normal. With no other option, I decided to wait. I found myself in the bar, looking at the door, viewing all the filth which came in. Prostitutes, deadbeat fathers, corrupt lawyers; I asked myself, would the world be a better place without them? These filthy people have no respect, what do their lives mean? //I have to stop now, these thoughts will fill me!// Why, if one of them died, it would be a good thing. I could sink something into their fragile meaningless body! //No! Concentrate on your drink, the counter, a girl, anything but this!// I could end their lives forever! Why do they deserve to live? //STOP IT, now!// What could I use...? I peered at the nearest scum, a lawyer who had been corrupted and bribed. Rage filled me. //DO NOT LISTEN TO YOUR INNER SELF! Give in to your desires! Kill! You are doing the world a favor!// Don't do it! //Don't// //just stand there...ATTACK!// The last of my self-control gone, I shoved the stool away, watching it fall to the floor.
 * 5) "Ey man, what's wro-..." The bartender was first to go. I was not here to mess around. Pulling my knife from my concealed pocket, I plunged it into him, feeling it sink into him, severing his neck and ending his life. The rush came back. The pleasure of combat, the exhilaration of coming out on top. I was a beast, and I had embraced it. My vision sharpened, my became more acute. I became stronger, all due to the satisfaction of ending lives. //This is what you are. No reason to deny it. Let yourself loose, purge the earth!// I jumped from the floor, leaping feet into the air, and brought my weapon down into the next victim. She didn't even have time to scream. My conscious awareness was fading, somehow, I was being guided more and more by something that wasn't me. The last thing I remember is that someone pulled a gun on me. The rest of it is a blur. When I was finally able to gain my consciousness again, it was an atrocious sight. Every soul that once lived, everyone who was in the bar, was now killed. By my hand. They were all mutilated in the exact same manner; Stabbed in the middle of the neck, then had the knife ripped out of them, severing connection to their brain. //Did I really do all this? Lord, I cannot believe it! What have I become? I don't even feel regret or sorrow for these people...I WANT MORE! No! This is not me, fight your instincts. Give in! Fight! Give in!// Finally, I decided. This world would be a better place with someone to cleanse it. Someone to make it better. Me. I know I have made the right decision. I have become...The Murderer!
 * 6) //I need more to destroy, more to kill!// I went over to a corpse and grabbed a phone. I began to tap the numbers. 9. //Are you ready for this? You're getting yourself into something very big.// 1. //What am I saying, of course I'm ready. I get to destroy more useless, living people!// 1. The phone began to ring, I put it on speaker. //Just wait for it. What should I tell the authorities? Should I lie and take them off guard, or should I pose as a survivor and do it that way? Better yet, I shoul-.// The phone buzzed to life as someone picked up. I jumped, I didn't expect it.
 * 7) " 9-1-1, what is your emergency?" The dispatcher said. This was the big moment. My heart began to pound, my thoughts became constricted, my vision got sharper. I felt rested, no longer exhausted by my slaughter of the people in the bar. //What can I tell them? I don't know. Maybe I'll say I want a challenge. Maybe I AM a survivor.// I decided, I would lay down that challenge.
 * 8) "Hello. I'm currently in the bar Tempo's, located just outside Ohio International Airport. I have just killed 43 persons within the bar, of various ages. I am concerned as to what I was thinking. Please send units as soon as you can." T//here, you did it! Now, just wait and calm yourself. They'll be here soon enough.// A few moments passed as she, undoubtedly, tried to comprehend what I had just said.
 * 9) " Excuse me, sir, but did you say you killed Forty-Three people?" She blurted, disbelieving. I could only imagine her surprise. After all, it isn't every day that a mass murderer turns himself in.
 * 10) "Indeed I did, sadly. Now, please contain me while I am sane, before I try doing anything else...ridiculous." In a much quieter, much more threatening voice I added: "And send lots, I'm ready. They will ALL die :)". The woman laughed faintly, I could hear the disbelief in her voice fading however, growing more serious and honest of the grave danger..
 * 11) "Hahaha, roger that sir. They'll be on their way. You ARE crazy!" I hung up.
 * 1) "Hahaha, roger that sir. They'll be on their way. You ARE crazy!" I hung up.

Those few minutes anticipating, waiting for the authorities to show up, were the longest minutes of my life. I was unsure how much time passed, but it must have been less than 5 minutes, because some of the bodies were still bleeding. I waited nervously on the stool next to the counter as my savageness and skill diminished. //What if you can't do this? What if one of them gets a lucky shot, or you fail somehow.// //You'll just be dead, no good and useless to the world.// Good. I had to