• Hello, my name is Dorain Harker and I’m a serial killer. For the past 5 years of my life I’ve killed countless people, and have yet to be caught. I don’t know why I kill them, or half of the time how I kill them. I feel as if someone is there doing it for me, expressing my feelings towards other people for me. I believe life is much easier that way.
    Recently I’ve been having odd dreams. None of which I’ve had before, most are about the people I’ve killed. When I’m in my house I feel as if they were with me. If I’m trying to live a some what normal life, they are there watching me. It’s them. I know it’s them. They want revenge, they want to ruin everything I’ve worked for, making the world perfect. My perfect world, the world others will enjoy and cherish.
    I walked by a girl I knew from work. She bothered me, just looking at her, I knew she would soon be one of my victims. Her name was Chance. That wasn’t her real name but everyone called her that because her life depended on a penny. If she couldn’t decide on what to do she would flip a coin. Chance had told me she had been doing that for 10 years now. If I were her I would wonder if a penny was worth it.
    Chance glanced at me and then waved, “Hello Dorain how are you today?” she asked her face so innocent and sweet. Maybe that was what bothered me about her. She was perfect. Was I perfect? I don’t think so. I should rid all of those people from this world. It might be better for all of us.
    I nodded to her, “Hello Chance, my day has been just swell.” I sounded more like I was terribly bored then that I wanted to kill her every time I saw her.
    Out of no where I felt this tug on my neck, it hurt horribly like someone was trying to choke me with a thin piece of metal wire. I let the feeling pull me away from Chance, it probably looked like I was falling but I could feel something keeping me up in the air. There was something there, I could feel it again, it found me, I hadn’t gotten away from whatever it was.
    “Dorain, are you ok?” Chance asked as she walked after me with a some what shocked face.
    “I’m fin- go away” was all I was able to blurt out before I blacked out.
    I woke up in a dark room, it was cold and there was no sign of light anywhere, “Hello?” I yelled looking around, for the first time in 10 years I felt fear. In this place, I’m not the one causing fear.
    I saw a white flash from the corner of my eye, it shocked me so I moved backwards into the corner of the room. “Go away! Let me out!” I wanted to leave this place. In some ways it reminded me of myself. Cold. Alone. Dark.
    There was someone walking towards me, “Chance?” I whispered hoping it was her, this in the only time I’ve ever hoped it was someone I knew. Most of the people I knew ended up dead.
    “No Dorain.” The voice mumbled in the darkness, “Chance isn’t here anymore. Chance is dead. Chance was never real.” A dark figure showed up in front of me. It was the figure of a Person, It almost looked like someone I knew.
    I saw the face and let out a scream, It was the face of one of my victims, Her name had been Emily, I had stabbed her 14 times in the stomach and then finished her off by cutting her chest open and crushing her heart with my bear hands. “EMILY I’M SORRY DON’T KILL ME! I DON’T WANT TO DIE! DON’T KILL ME I’M SORRY!” It was pure fear now. Seeing her again, who ever thought this would happen would the others come for me, or was it just her. Could I be sure?
    “Dorain… You remember my name? That’s touching.” I could see a smirk cross her face, it was clear now that she had no insides, it seemed like a empty body.
    “Dorain, may I take your heart?” She seemed to ask this in the kindest of ways. But it was still cruel, is that how I appeared as to others? Nothing but a monster?
    Only seconds passed before I could feel something inside me, was she taking my soul? No. That’s impossible. I screamed in agony as I could feel my insides being torn apart. She then held my heart in my hands, it was still beating, and attached to my body.
    “Dorain… This is Your heart, I’m going to crush it just like you did mine…” She then smirked as she smashed my heart in her hands, the blood missing her of course, but splattering all over myself. My own blood, I never would have thought that I would have been murdered, I never would have thought that spirits even existed.
    Some would think you would die instantly, but I found out that’s not true at all, I don’t know if she was the one keeping me alive so I could feel the pain, or if it was myself and pure will power. Everything that I had ever done flashed across my mind. Every murder, my parents, my sister. I knew now that there was no way I could be saved. I was gone. Gone forever.
    I looked up at the demon that was standing across from me, giving him a little smirk.
    “That Mr. Satan Is how I died.”