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He’s a boy, and he’ll never become a man. Because in a few more minutes, he’ll be dead.
and this, this is my favorite part. The abject terror that takes over their faces. That’s how I know they’re finally seeing me, realizing what I truly am.
I’ve spent the past sixteen years murdering men who deserve it, and I’m not about to get sloppy now.
Who’s smiling now, motherfucker?
They’re not looking for a culprit, only for data patterns, and data can be manipulated. Just like people.
Even in his final moments, I doubt he learned his lesson. But I didn’t kill him to teach him a lesson; I killed him to carve him out of this world like a tumor. And I’d do it again.
But if he touches her, I’ll fucking kill him.
Come January, I’ll be in London doing career-defining research, and Kinnear will be rotting in his grave.
With her looking at me like that, I barely feel the cold anymore.
I’m not sure who I’m supposed to be, but I definitely don’t look like myself tonight. And isn’t that the whole point of Halloween?
I slide into a seat in the corner and pull a notebook out of my backpack, my heart pounding as I turn to a fresh page. He wasn’t afraid of me, I write. That was his first mistake.
I can’t stand it, the sad, sullen expression on Carly Schiller’s face, the overwhelming fear in her eyes. I’m not that person anymore. That girl is dead.
Mallory scoffs. “No way. Only someone with serious mental problems could write something like that.” “Yeah?” My fist closes around the pages. “Well, only someone with massive daddy issues could write the shit you do, Mallory.”
I want to look her in the eyes and say: It’s me, I’m the one, and I did it all to protect women like us. I did it, and I’d do it again. But I can’t tell her any of that. So I swallow my secrets and kiss her instead.
Sometimes I think I love Allison. Other times I think I’m not even capable of feeling love.
“You’re a psychotic bitch!” He spits it in my face, his voice as serrated as the knife. My mouth curves up in a smile. “Yes, I am.”
A smile spreads across my lips, even colder than the snow. You’re next, motherfucker.
