Hearing his voice scream out for help just made the killer in me happy to know that he thinks that he can escape to know that I did this, sent nothing but pride through me, I singled handedly did this, it made a creepy smile make a way onto my face and a icy chuckle that will make the toughest man afraid.
As I step into the room his screaming stops taking a moment to see if I was real or not and not hallucinating again, being without sleep can do that to you.
I start to walk closer to him he starts to realize that I'm real as can be and he thinks he's found his hope but that's to bad I have killer instincts.
