CHAPTER 1

Where do I begin? Maybe from the fact that I am standing over a dead body, in a pool of blood with a crazed look on my face, accompanied by a big smirk while strongly gripping the murder weapon upon which fresh blood drips from it. Or that it's the dead of the night in the middle of nowhere where only a true master is truly free to work on their masterpiece. Did I mention that my dearest loving boyfriend was too kind to keep me company? I didn't? well, he did and by the looks of it, he does not regret tugging along.

Am I proud of my work? you fucking bet I am, you will too once you see my work of art on the news tonight, but that only depends if the authorities are nice enough to share it with you, if not your lose. I could confirm if he was dead but it would be a waste of time since I made sure that every impact that the baseball bat made with his head was strong enough to break his skull. Don't be too mortified I only crushed his skull about twenty times I would have made it fifty but am too kind and merciful God bless my soul.

I can't put into words this feeling of Joy, excitement, and rush that comes along with watching someone's Life drain from their eyes, how their final breath gets trapped in their lungs once the last spark of life in their eyes fades off and nothingness is left in its place.

Trust me it's a feeling to live for or to die for the choice is yours. And don't feel sorry, for them coz the only thing they will show is fear, not confusion coz they know they deserve it like he deserved it, just like everyone else before him deserved and after him will deserve it.

Well, since I have a lot of cleaning to do and evidence to destroy, which will take hours upon hours let me bring you up to date after all everyone loves a good story. A story about how we met. What? Are you asking who 'We' is? hahaha curious ain't we? you just have to stick around and I will introduce you soon.

Oh where are my manners, am Alexander you can call me Alex just as my friends do, well more like did coz most of them are now dead. And yes you guessed it right I killed them, some of them the rest did themselves a favor and didn't wait for my arrival it was so sad they took all the fun away from me but all in all they all ended up in the same place I sent the rest. HELL. Don't be sad we will get into this in detail soon but in the meantime let's get acquainted.

I was born in Rosseville City's suburbs into a family of six. My parents wanted to be close enough to the city for work and to enjoy all the pleasure it offered but far enough to avoid its chaotic nature.

My family was a normal family, only if you consider normal as having parents who work day and night to avoid each other coz they can't stand each other or their children who they were too busy to take care of yet they gave birth to four fucking kids.

An older brother who deals with drugs whether it's buying, selling, or smuggling you name it. A whore for a sister since she hit puberty and a narcissist for a second brother with several criminal histories and last but not least a son who may or may not have psychopathic tendencies accompanied by several mental illnesses but who cares. Surprise no one does.