A few days later I was walking to class and stopped to notice a couple cop cars by the Frat House from before. As expected, Reeves was there, interviewing random party-goers who probably had no idea they were even there that night. I made a wide circle as to avoid being seen by him and have him getting the urge to question me since he has seen me once already.
The girl I partnered up with...... Wow, I never caught her name... Anyways, I came up with a plan. She would be the support; I gave her the sniper rifle and magnums, plus she was a Med Major, so in the event of a firefight with injuries and we escape, she could do a decent patch-up job.
I hoped it wouldn't get that far, but there's no point in stopping now. I'm tired of people and their stupidity, hence they should all just die. I mean why do I have to put up with it? Should half these people even be here in college? Seriously, look how easy it was to get away with a few murders. It doesn't matter. People are people, and I hate them all.
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The Demented Mind of a Serial Killer
This is a story I am making. I am a dark writer, who likes to leave a lot of blanks for you to fill in. Don't judge me or my style of writing. Subscribe if you like it, I will be adding much more.
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