I let an insane chuckle out, listening to the reporter while I play with the prize I collected from my latest victim. How pathetic can those police be? I already left a bunch of clues, leading me to where I would strike next yet they still can't comprehend all the clues I left. It's already my 13th victim and the fun haven't even started yet. Can't they just admit defeat and hire a detective? I really want to start my game, but if those gits keep messing up then this town will end up abandoned until they end up suspecting themselves.
Ugh... Those people are just too predictable, they're making my game dull.
Ohh... How rude of me? I haven't introduced myself, have I? Sigh. Well, you can call me Tyler. The policemen are still looking for a name to call me, I guess. I don't think they haven't even guessed that all of that was a work of a single person. What's the world coming to? Even educated policemen can't even crack my puzzle?
While I'm at it, maybe I should tell you how killing started to facinate me.
It all started when I was a child, if I remember correctly, probably about 4-5 years of age.
During those years, I was indeed far more superior and intelligent than my classmates. I find them amusing so, I befriended them but, after awhile I dump them like some used up tissue. I'm pretty sure as a child, I thought that everyone just uses each other until one of them wins to gain power. I was extremely manipulatetive during that time, fortunately no one suspected. I'd use all those kids around me then drive them insane until they're at their limits so I could frame them for bullying me, that way they'd stop pestering me. I never thought of them as friends, they were more like a toy or a loyal dog. I never felt any special relationship towards them, they're nothing but my path to success.
You might think that this is completely out of topic, but you're wrong. You might be asking why I told you this or how it might be related to killing, huh? Tch! Just continue reading, I don't wanna spoil you with my story.
So carrying on with my story. When I entered grade school, I was the famous asshole in the school. During those times, everyone wanted to be my friend. Everyone wants to date me. I wanted to be all alone but, I can't just ruin my reputation. This could actually be useful someday. So, I decided to keep them close to me while I keep my reputation in school as the cool kid who everyone loves. I decided to search why I was acting like this. I know that this is some mental abnormality so, looked for an answer to my questions until I found something that fascinated me. It was a documentary about psychopaths, it described how to determine whether a child would be a psycho in the future or not, it elaborated the pros and cons of being a psychopath, it also gave some famous killers that has been said to be a psychopath and it also said something about correcting the way a psychopath thinks. After that documentary, I searched for some documentaries about the psycho killers that were mentioned from the previous video. I noticed that the way I act and think we're pretty similar to them. My mind was in fact different from my classmates, I was fascinated with brutality while my friends couldn't barely handle simple violence. Like Jeff Dahmer, I decided to look for some road kill. I started observing every single part and organ of the squished cat. I played with it for awhile but I know for a fact that I need to hide it or else I was gonna be in serious trouble. I took all the organs out of the cat before I pulled the bones apart from each other. Like what Jeff did, I took a sledge hammer but since it was too heavy for my age, I just took a regular hammer. I began smashing the bones into pieces and left it there. I was sure that my parents wouldn't notice since we leave in the middle of the forest, now to disclose the organs. If I remember correctly, I dug a hole and burried the organs. Since my teacher in science said it would decompose so, I think I decided to burry the organs near a tree. Atleast I was helping grow trees to avoid pollution or flooding. I felt really calm about it as if it was a normal thing to do but according to my friend, it was wrong to play with dead animals
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Uhh... any thoughts? should I continue or not?
