[ WP ] Your father admitted on his deathbed that he was the most successful serial killer of all time , just killing 100s of random people in random ways in random cities throughout his life , never leaving traces , and he gave you a list of his victims .

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 It pained me to see him like this. A coiling mess of cords and plugs are strewn about the room and there was a rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor. Weakly he moved his head towards me and tries to make a smile, but it looks pained and was lost on a face plagued with agony. 
 
 `` How are you, dad?'' I asked pessimistically as it was obvious to see he was dying. 
 
 In his low, weak voice he replied, `` I am in a lot of pain, son and have some very important business to tell you.'' 
 
 I allowed my face to show the confusion that I was feeling. `` What dad?'' 
 
 He shot his eyes to both directions checking his surroundings as I leaned in to hear what he had to say. `` Please do not think less of me after this, but I have a past unknown to anyone else. It is a past full of darkness and deceit and I wish for you to know me as I really was.'' 
 
 My eyes narrowed on him as I nervously listened intently. He continued: `` I have been a lost man ever since my accident. I am overcome with anger and jealousy when I see others who could run, play, walk and jump. Ever since losing my leg, I have longed to do what I can never do again. I long for the freedom that other people have and their ability to move. Those business trips were n't business trips Jared. I murdered people. Successfully, too. Throughout my career I killed hundreds of people never once leaving any evidence. I am going to give you this. Do as you see fit.'' 
 
 Giving me his small, hand-sized notebook, his heartbeat accelerated going faster than my spinning mind. The doctors rushed in and I was pushed out only just receiving the notebook from his collapsing hand, and was forced to watch as they tried unsuccessfully to resuscitate his corpse. 
 
 I dropped to the floor. My father was a serial killer. Not only that but he was the most successful one in history. Mind boggled I got up and headed sadly to the exit. Outside, I slouched onto a step letting my curiosity get the better of me. I took out the notebook and turned to the first page. On the header was `` Kills- 1990 to present.'' I paged through the notebook looking at the innumerable amount of names written under his kill list and am bewildered by the amount. 
 
 After I finished reading the last of the names, I reached into my pocket feeling for the silver rectangular object's cold exterior. Pulling it out, I flipped the cap back exposing a tiny flame. I lit the frail paper and watched as the only evidence of my father's misdeeds were exterminated. 
 
 Thinking of the various amounts of people that he murdered, I sat up a little straighter hoping that someday I could be as great and achieved as he was. I was a proud son of the highest killing serial killer ever. With that, I walked to my car, fumbled with my keys and struggled to get in. As I drove to my new friend's house I pulled out my pistol and traceless gloves from the glove compartment. I will be friends with her for the rest of her life. 
 
 Getting out of my vehicle and looking for the window I opened earlier, I thought of my father again with pride. If only he could see me now. There was a shrill shriek and and my next unsuspecting victim dropped the glass running from me. I guess it's true what they say... like father, like son.
