[ WP ] As a serial killer , killing has never been difficult , but you never expected to fall in love with your victim .

`` What are you waiting for? Do it already!'' 
 
 
 
 
 She spat a bloody loogie from her throne of despair. To be fair, her accuracy was pretty impressive. 
 
 
 
 
 `` W-well, i guess i'll just have t-to do it then, huh?'' 
 
 
 
 The butcher's knife was shaking wildly in my hand. My gaze continued to move back and forth between my body, and the woman that i'd tied to a chair just thirty minutes ago. 
 
 
 
 For some reason, i was choking. 
 
 
 
 
 I felt like i could n't do it. 
 
 
 
 
 *No. This ca n't be happening to me. * 
 
 
 
 
 The only reason i even took on this second life, was to feel power! I'd play God, and make them all beg for their life. I was like a king, making rash and quick decisions, watching over my kingdom; I was to choose who would live and who would die by the sword ( My favorite knife ). 
 
 
 
 
 Oh, did n't say thank you when i held the door for you? Gotcha bitch. 
 
 
 
 
 These types of people that can not give proper courtesy did not deserve to live. These are the people that make life bitter. These are the people that have been around me, forever. It's almost like i'm a magnet to negativity. 
 
 
 
 
 So i happened to make a sick and twisted game out of it. Who cares? I've been alone my whole life. I do n't feel feelings anymore. I have long rued everything i've done. My apathy could be compared to the super bowl.... The apathy was the fans, and my life was the stadium. 
 
 
 
 
 But not once have i been treated this way by a hostage. 
 
 
 
 
 She was n't giving me what i wanted, and she knew it. There was something *attractive* about it. Is that crazy? 
 
 
 
 
 `` Hey, you fuck. If you're going to kill me then stop wasting my time. Do it already you coward!'' 
 
 
 
 Her breathing picked up, her lungs were working hard to inflate, pinned beneath the suffocating rope i'd tied. I took a deep, long look into her eyes. I wanted to read her. I knew there was fear and desperation within. I would find it, and i would get what i came for. 
 
 
 
 
 Yet. There was n't any. 
 
 
 
 What i saw was fire. Calm, confidently burning fire. It was as if her composure was unbreakable. Behind these soft, plush looking blue eyes.... I could n't find a single bit of fear. There was something strange about this woman. She had obviously worn a mask over her face her whole life... She was hurting, yet nobody knew. I knew. For the first time, i'd met somebody that was as equally apathetic as i was. 
 
 
 
 
 *That makes us the same. * 
 
 
 
 
 She wanted to die. 
 
 
 
 
 
 *Yes, we're the same. * 
 
 

