Confession of a Serial Killer [fiction]
by Ghost
It started very early. It seems that it began when I first came into existence. It is part of me. My need to control, kill, and destroy is engrained. There is no other way for me.
I like when my victims lose all memories of the good life, or at least disregard them. When they believe they need me. I love it when they are willing to give up everything for me. They don’t know any other way. My destruction and grasp on them becomes familiar. My “evil” as a professional may call it, looks good to them. There are perks to falling into my will.
Families are destroyed and I love that, as it is not me that destroys them. It is my victims that destroy their families. And it is their love for me that overwhelms any feelings I have of distress or regret.
From the second I meet them, I know I want them. And when I get them for just a second, they can’t get away. There is hardly a “the one who got away” song playing, or a theme in my life. Sure, some are unlucky and resist me. But the ones who stay outnumber them.
Eventually I kill them. But only after I get full control of them and take away their ability to make decisions that don’t regard me. When they decide to leave me (which regards me) it is fine because they always come back. And that’s the greatest thing. These people get a taste of another life, but decide it’s not better than a life with me!
There is no going back. No changing me. I will always be here to take over, control, and eventually kill. Don’t try to persuade me otherwise.
My name is Heroin.
by Ghost
It started very early. It seems that it began when I first came into existence. It is part of me. My need to control, kill, and destroy is engrained. There is no other way for me.
I like when my victims lose all memories of the good life, or at least disregard them. When they believe they need me. I love it when they are willing to give up everything for me. They don’t know any other way. My destruction and grasp on them becomes familiar. My “evil” as a professional may call it, looks good to them. There are perks to falling into my will.
Families are destroyed and I love that, as it is not me that destroys them. It is my victims that destroy their families. And it is their love for me that overwhelms any feelings I have of distress or regret.
From the second I meet them, I know I want them. And when I get them for just a second, they can’t get away. There is hardly a “the one who got away” song playing, or a theme in my life. Sure, some are unlucky and resist me. But the ones who stay outnumber them.
Eventually I kill them. But only after I get full control of them and take away their ability to make decisions that don’t regard me. When they decide to leave me (which regards me) it is fine because they always come back. And that’s the greatest thing. These people get a taste of another life, but decide it’s not better than a life with me!
There is no going back. No changing me. I will always be here to take over, control, and eventually kill. Don’t try to persuade me otherwise.
My name is Heroin.
