AN: I will be flamed for this fic. People will say it's not realistic. It's FIC-TI-ON. It is UNLIKELY to happen in the Friends universe, but it is POSSIBLE. Not likely, but possible. You can't say it's out of character, because it's from inside that character's mind. He will act in character when he speaks etc., but who really knows what's inside a person's head? If there's a problem with the writing or plot, please feel free to criticize, but not for the storyline. Thanks =)
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Have you ever killed other human beings? Ever felt their lives slip away from their
bodies at your own hands? I have. I have plunged knives into peoples' chests. I have
slashed their flesh and spilled their blood. I have seen the panic and fear in their eyes
as it dawns on them that they are going to die. And what for? For the sheer thrill of it.
I am not a monster. I care for people. I love, and am loved. You do not look into my
smiling eyes and see a cold-blooded killer staring back. But behind my mask of
innocence, there is a wolf who is addicted to the hunt. It is an obsession. I am no
different to alcoholics and drug addicts. I am given in to my need to kill.
I know what I do is wrong. I know it is a terrible crime. I am torn apart by guilt, but I
feel somehow victorious when I get away with the killings. To watch silently as
people grieve and to know inside that I have caused it...it is a rush of excitement that
leaves me craving for more.
I cannot describe the power that overwhelms me as I watch someone die. It gives me
a sick pleasure that I am ashamed of, but relish. There is something dark inside of me.
It is rapidly growing, and I fear it will take over me entirely, and I will have no
control over it...
It's strange, but I am not afraid of being caught. I don't want to be caught, but I am
not afraid of it. I am confident that I will not be, because I am extremely careful. But
I'm not careful because I'm afraid of being punished...it is because I don't want to
stop killing.
And I will not stop killing.
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TBC ^_^
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Have you ever killed other human beings? Ever felt their lives slip away from their
bodies at your own hands? I have. I have plunged knives into peoples' chests. I have
slashed their flesh and spilled their blood. I have seen the panic and fear in their eyes
as it dawns on them that they are going to die. And what for? For the sheer thrill of it.
I am not a monster. I care for people. I love, and am loved. You do not look into my
smiling eyes and see a cold-blooded killer staring back. But behind my mask of
innocence, there is a wolf who is addicted to the hunt. It is an obsession. I am no
different to alcoholics and drug addicts. I am given in to my need to kill.
I know what I do is wrong. I know it is a terrible crime. I am torn apart by guilt, but I
feel somehow victorious when I get away with the killings. To watch silently as
people grieve and to know inside that I have caused it...it is a rush of excitement that
leaves me craving for more.
I cannot describe the power that overwhelms me as I watch someone die. It gives me
a sick pleasure that I am ashamed of, but relish. There is something dark inside of me.
It is rapidly growing, and I fear it will take over me entirely, and I will have no
control over it...
It's strange, but I am not afraid of being caught. I don't want to be caught, but I am
not afraid of it. I am confident that I will not be, because I am extremely careful. But
I'm not careful because I'm afraid of being punished...it is because I don't want to
stop killing.
And I will not stop killing.
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TBC ^_^
