Victim: Maddy

Location: The Strip

Weapon: lead pipe and knife


I hate Las Vegas. It's hot and musty with the sins of the people who live there. I, of course do not have the capability to kill all of those who dwell in this hotbed of dispicable activity. But a few representatives will do nicely...

I stood in a dark alley, waiting for the right victim. Then I saw him, strolling along, not a care in the world.

I whispered coarsely, "Hey buddy, you want to see some nice girls tonight? I'm sure they'd love to give you a good time."

He seemed intrigued. And he stepped backwards toward the alley, looking around nervously as though he would get caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Fool.

He stepped into the darkness, searching for me, his eyes gleaming.

"Sure, I'd love t-"

What was the point in letting him finish? I hit him over the head and heard his skull crack like a tree branch getting hit by lightning. After he fell, I kneeled by him and hacked a few times. In the face, the gut, his legs. Wherever. Sinners don't deserve the flesh they were given anyway.

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