[ WP ] Make me side with a serial killer from the perspective of one of his victims .

Those children were impure anyhow. Why does he think I'm afraid to die? I died long ago. The rush of cold racing through the barrel as the gun rose from his side to my cheek made my hair stand on end. 
 
 Was it the cold? Or the sense of an end? 
 
 I've never felt more alive than in this moment. All the wrong I've done never felt so right. I had a habit of peering into the windows of their parents, and watching as their bodies moved throughout their houses, hollow figures of what was once a happy family. As though their sentience was in my control, and I was able to take that away just by swatting a small fly. It's easy to justify everything I've done when I consider everything that is right in the world. A family in Okinawa is not affected by the family on Maple Street in Arlington. Why would they? Do flies mourn the loss of another fly? Maybe. To us, though, that does not matter. 
 
 I bet this guy is some sort of `` Dexter'' vigilante types. I can tell he's done this before. Blood crusted the chair of my seat, as though the chair were darkly scabbed; a victim in itself. I could n't move my head much, but I saw a few power tools' glint in my periphery. 
 
 The fact that someone else holds this power I have is the most exhilarating knowledge I've ever held. Even more enthralling is the fact that within his power, I hold power of my own. He thinks I'm afraid to die. I let out a few gasps, sighing for my mother, making him think I'm the victim here. Little does he know that I'm okay with dying. I hold the power in this situation. He thinks he's taking wrong from the world, but I'm fully realized. He is taking me out of this world, only to harbor the power I've always had. I have people who care about me. People who do n't know the true `` me.'' They know my shell, my outer being, but not the one whose silhouetted figure is on the nightly news, adorning a question mark as a face, and next to the `` horrific'' headlines. 
 
 He's done this before. I am a fly, and with his power, he thinks he is squashing me. He is simply reincarnating me. 
 
 `` That's too young,'' my mother always said. 
 
 I've been dead for a while, but I've never felt so alive.
