"You little devilish monster!" the snake screeches. I wince, my ear aching. "I was always right: you were never going to amount to anything but garbage left on the streets, slowly killing the fucking world! You are unlovable, worthless!" "Shut up!" I explode, whirling around, the blade clicking open a split second before it pierces through the wall. I blink frantically, staring at the emptiness of anything but air from where I heard her voice. "I'm free of you, I have to be, I fucking killed you!" This time, I hear nothing; the snake has done her damage and left, just like she always does. ***** Meet Peter. Aged 23. Single. Lives alone. If you bumped into him on the street, you'd never see the truth. Hell, you wouldn't even remember him. You wouldn't know anything, not even if you asked. The thing about Peter is that he's not an ordinary bachelor....something is a bit different... You see, Peter is a killer... And he won't stop until his mother is gone