A Killer
Disclaimer- I don't own any Roswell characters.(Please don't sue because I'm really broke)
Summary-Michael's thoughts on killing Agent Pierce. (A little disturbing)
A/N- I was watching a rerun of Roswell off of Scifi Channel and it inspired me to write this.This is my
first time posting, or actually showing one of my fanfics ever, so I'm a little worried. Because this
fic may sound good in my head, but it's actually bad and that might mean that all my other fics are
bad too which means that I have no talent for writing at all and my hopes for---
Nevermind I'm just babbling. I hope u like . And please, please review.(By the way this is not exactly
poetry or a story, I didn't know what to put it. I'm really an amateur on this kinda thing so forgive me.
You can contiue reading now.)
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I killed a man.
With one jolt of energy from my hands.
I killed a man. I'm a killer.
It doesn't matter that he was an a**hole or
that he was a killer, too.
That he tried to kill the people I care about.
It doesn't matter that he tortured Maxwell.
I killed a man. I'm a killer.
No matter what happens nothing can change
what I did. My friends say I'm a hero.
That I saved them.
I almost believed them, too. Until I looked in the
mirror and saw how cold and empty my eyes were.
I killed a man. I'm a killer.
Max says let's go back to normal.
Maybe he can. But I can't. Not ever.
I have come to terms on the truth.
The awful, terrible truth. I know what I am.
I killed a man. I'm a killer.
I could blame it on my alien roots.
I could say that my emotions took control
over my powers. I could say that.
But it's not making someone die from my powers
that makes me a killer.
It's what I felt when I killed him.
I killed a man. I'm a killer.
Noy horror at what I had done.
Not relief at finally being rid of him.
But Power.
I felt powerful, pleased, when I killed him.
I killed a man and I enjoyed it.
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Disclaimer- I don't own any Roswell characters.(Please don't sue because I'm really broke)
Summary-Michael's thoughts on killing Agent Pierce. (A little disturbing)
A/N- I was watching a rerun of Roswell off of Scifi Channel and it inspired me to write this.This is my
first time posting, or actually showing one of my fanfics ever, so I'm a little worried. Because this
fic may sound good in my head, but it's actually bad and that might mean that all my other fics are
bad too which means that I have no talent for writing at all and my hopes for---
Nevermind I'm just babbling. I hope u like . And please, please review.(By the way this is not exactly
poetry or a story, I didn't know what to put it. I'm really an amateur on this kinda thing so forgive me.
You can contiue reading now.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I killed a man.
With one jolt of energy from my hands.
I killed a man. I'm a killer.
It doesn't matter that he was an a**hole or
that he was a killer, too.
That he tried to kill the people I care about.
It doesn't matter that he tortured Maxwell.
I killed a man. I'm a killer.
No matter what happens nothing can change
what I did. My friends say I'm a hero.
That I saved them.
I almost believed them, too. Until I looked in the
mirror and saw how cold and empty my eyes were.
I killed a man. I'm a killer.
Max says let's go back to normal.
Maybe he can. But I can't. Not ever.
I have come to terms on the truth.
The awful, terrible truth. I know what I am.
I killed a man. I'm a killer.
I could blame it on my alien roots.
I could say that my emotions took control
over my powers. I could say that.
But it's not making someone die from my powers
that makes me a killer.
It's what I felt when I killed him.
I killed a man. I'm a killer.
Noy horror at what I had done.
Not relief at finally being rid of him.
But Power.
I felt powerful, pleased, when I killed him.
I killed a man and I enjoyed it.
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