I Kill Killers

by S.T. Ashman

For some, violence stimulates the brain’s reward centers or eases the pain of a hidden darkness.”

“Name one profession that was once highly respected but is now a joke,” he huffed. “FBI agent,” Heather replied from behind the towering stacks of document boxes on her desk. “President,” Liam said just as the phone rang again.

“Tell me something good, no matter what it is,” Larsen requested, closing a folder on his desk and leaning back into his black massage chair. Liam furrowed his brow. “The tiger population has increased by forty percent in the wild.”

“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.”

He had to see her. His villain. His nightmare. His salvation. His doom. His promise of a new beginning or worthy end.