[ WP ] Killing another human now allows you to exchange your remaining lifespan the victim 's . Young people live in fear while the elderly plan their attacks .

It's been twelve years since the first documented Drainer shared his secret to life, `` If you want to live forever, you'll have to kill a lot of people.'' If he had n't been so charismatic, he probably would have been dismissed as a maniac by the public. As things are now, there's still a huge portion of society that dismisses it all as bullshit. 
 You ca n't blame them, the Drainers do like to stay out of the spotlight. Still, every now and then you'll see a mass of sagging skin, their heavy eyes barely able to stay open as they walk among the shadows—Irrefutable evidence of that unholy practice. 
 At least that's one thing I can be thankful for. If draining allowed you to look young, then there's no telling how many people might take up the practice. Nonetheless, to say there's no change would be misleading. 
 I still remember the distinct feeling of my first drain. I was a twenty-five year old and there before me lay the corpse of an eighty three year old woman. The feeling of aging that quickly was not pretty. My knees felt weak and I collapsed on the floor. In her dying breath, Mrs Sherman had informed me that she was dying of cancer, as if that had excused her stabbing me in the kidney. If she had n't been so far into her treatment, she probably would have killed me. In her final moments she smiled and told me that I better act quickly; I still ca n't tell if she was gloating, or trying to help. I can only assume it was a little of both, after all, she had been my friendly neighbor for five years prior and I did sort of kill her. Needless to say, I heeded her message; although I ca n't imagine she thought I'd take it this far. I have to say, I've gotten pretty good at killing old people. 
 You see that first Drain, it changed me mentally as much as it did physically. The feeling I had as I thought somebody was taking my life away and keeping it for themselves, well, it's a special kind of terror. Well that and the look in her eyes as she tried to kill me, I can sometimes convince myself I'm doing them all a favor. So that's my life, I kill Drainers and If I ever stop, I'll be dead shortly after. It could be days, weeks, or even a few years, but I have n't killed a one that does n't make me feel like I'm living on borrowed time. It's been ten years since my first drain and it still feels that way. I'd say I wish that first kill had never happened, but honestly I ca n't remember what my life was like before anymore. Ten years is long enough to be reborn, experience new things. You would not believe the things I've seen in that time. The way some of the Drainers deal with the disadvantages of having such fragile bodies is downright incredible. 
 The last guy I killed had glasses so thick I swear they'd stop a bullet. One guy even plucked out his eyes so that he could better rely on his hearing, while another Drainer was able to afford to replace some of his failing limbs with robotic ones. Sometimes I take notes, so I can be prepared when my body starts to fail me, too; I'm always watching, always learning. 
 They did n't give up when they could n't walk anymore, or even hold a gun, and I wo n't give up until they're all dead. 
 
 My name is Richard Wright, and I plan to live forever. 
 
 
 
 Edit: I did this on a phone so forgive formatting issues, I just wanted to get it all written down before going to bed. I'll probably try to fix any parts that do n't flow when I wake up, but for now I'm super tired. Hope you guys like it.
