I had started practicing with my Katana more. At night I'd go out into a field with a lot of trees and work some magic. I had started using an inverse grip; it was comfier and just so much cooler. I felt a lot smoother using it that way. I had yet to use any of my firearms. I had to wait until I was a little more serious about this. The thought had crossed my mind: I might need a partner.
The next target was a girl who was always a total b***h to everyone. The few friends she had she often manipulated and took advantage of. I had discovered her room number. It was the floor right above mine in Browning. I could get there without having to dodge any cameras, this should make it a cinch.
She was smart, but thankfully I had practice at picking locks. I snuck in the room and walked up to the side of her bed, pulled my Katana up close and looked at her. She rolled over and opened her eyes and looked at me. She didn't scream, she just looked at me. Her face was so loving, I froze and couldn't do anything.
"You have blue eyes," she whispered.
I just stared, my heart raced, but it wasn't out of fear or excitement as usual. I came to and covered my face quickly and dashed out, breathing heavily. I don't know why I didn't kill her, she knows my eye color. What was that feeling I felt? Was it....no, it couldn't have been, that's just corny. I banished the thought and decided I need to invest in colored eye contacts.
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The Demented Mind of a Serial Killer
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