I'm working on Road Block at the same time, but this idea came quite suddenly to me. So, I had to pen it down and share it with you guys. Enjoy. Please read and review!
DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES
Chapter One - The Perspective of a Psycho Maniac
Dead men tell no tales? It's true. Death silences any man. That's why I want him dead. He is the beholder of my many secrets - my darkest of secrets hidden in the depths of my past. But he unraveled the mystery of me and held my secrets captive with him. If he spills, he'll be dead in my hands and soon, I'll be dead in the hands of the law. That's the obvious fact - the way life goes. Everyone's punished for their wrongdoings. But I need to silence him, then, only my blood is worth shedding. This ugly world we live in may be hell for many. To me? It might be. There are some pleasures here that I would absolutely die to experience again. But, dying would mean an escape from these crazy people in this world. However, judging from what I've done, I'd say I'll be going a long way down for the sight of this man in pain is pleasurable to me. A helping hand is not what I offer but what I keep for me, myself and I. For this man, I do not only want to see him dead. I want to see him dying. I want to spit at his filthy, six-foot grave. Then, only I shall be in true bliss. But this little exultance will not last long. His death will send dozens of men rushing to my doorstep. They will fight against me till they get revenge. Revenge for what, you may ask? Their "occupation race".
This little secret that I have been holding on to for many years has been unraveled by this ingenious man whom I have known since my teenage days. Who would have ever thought this once-wild man could be such a professional now. Many women fall for him although he sports glasses. They sigh at his charming smile, they gasp at his brilliance and they faint at his physique. Through his inquisitive demeanor, he had learnt a lot about me. Too much for my liking. We met up and I voiced my disliked for his knowledge. He said if I had been more careful, it would not have had happened. With that, he left. I have not a single clue whether he has spilled on me or just shrugged it off. But all the same, death will put an end to my silent misery. Lived in peace I had not for twelve years for that was how long he knew it, although we were just kids back then.
Twelve years after the incident, he became a criminal terminator. My fear of him increased. Never was there a day or night where I was totally at peace. Every day, every hour, every minute and every second was a torture to live by. I tried my best to keep in hiding away from this frightening man. But, my efforts were futile. He went all around New York City, snuffling out clues for murder cases. He would be in every alley, every building, everywhere! It was pure torture to see him. Even to see the back of his head was nerve-shattering.
Now, if I cannot evade him, I might as well terminate him. His appearance irked me. All the goals in my life were shattered because of him. The fear in me drove me to psychotic pain. I became a nervous wreck and could not concentrate on my studies. The top student of the school had plummeted down to the ground, helpless. No one came to lend a helping hand. Not even him. When he will suffer, my hands will not help him, instead it will help to the collection of bruises. And then, pure joy will come flooding back into my cold heart. I will be released from these bondages that restrained me for twelve years. I will be sent into the light out of the darkness that kept me blinded. All this will happen when he dies. When Danny Messer dies.
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