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When I was eight years old, I stabbed a boy.
most days, I simply felt nothing—as if my inner world was a merciless desert devoid of even the slightest hint of life. Feeling that warm flicker inside me meant everything. Eventually I realized what it was: It was hope.
Many of his kind were like this. Manipulative, dishonest, and yet with an air of entitlement, always prepared with an excuse to justify their self-serving actions.
of Fixx. The cleaning detergent used oxygen instead of chlorine. It was a fairly new cleaning product that erased all traces of hemoglobin, the oxygen-transporting protein in blood that was crucial in forensic tests.
“It’s amusing that most of your kind share the same traits. Not one of you keeps going when I laugh. You need the screaming to feel powerful, don’t you? But the truth is, there’s nothing powerful about you.”
“You didn’t bring enough tape. So I had to cut through your lumbar spine intervertebral space, leaving you paralyzed from the waist down.”
Tony and Liam belonged to the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI, a department dedicated to profiling and investigating serial criminals like killers, arsonists, and rapists.
“The crime scene looks like Jack the Ripper and Dahmer had a psychopathic child who went on a murder spree!”
Unlike brutal savages like Greg, who merely indulged in their violent fantasies, most ingenious serial killers sought to convey something deeper through their murders.
Humans, by nature, will always seek shortcuts.
“Because humans are as complex as they are troubled. For some, violence stimulates the brain’s reward centers or eases the pain of a hidden darkness.”
“We humans have gravitated toward darkness since the beginning of our existence,” I remarked, closing the phone with a strong snap. “We are too afraid to admit what we truly are. People pretend it’s the lack of humanity that is responsible for the atrocities we’re capable of when, in fact, humanity is the root of it.”
A red drop of blood on a white canvas, hiding in plain sight for the whole world to see. A serial killer of serial killers.
He had to see her. His villain. His nightmare. His salvation. His doom. His promise of a new beginning or worthy end.
