Mind of a Killer
Prologue
Drake didn't care that he had taken someone's life. He just new that he liked to kill. It was an addiction. To see the blood pour from a lifeless body,to see the look of pain in their eyes...that guy...JT had been the first life he'd taken and he'd enjoyed it. When he was younger he had cut his little brother with a knife many times and he'd killed things that weren't human,like his brother's hamster. He could clearly remember the heartbroken look on his brother's face when he saw his tan and cream colored hamster mutilated.
The night he'd killed James Tiberius Yorke,Johnny had just stared at him in shock and horror and had acted as if he wanted to see if the dying boy was okay but then as some girl came around they both ran off. Johnny had told him that he would tell and Drake in his anger had shoved the blond boy up againt a wall and pressed the bloodied knife against his pale throat and said that he would kill him if he dare said anything about this to anyone.
But later that night the police had come and knocked loudly on his door and his mother and brother stood there in the hallway crying when they learned exactly what he'd done.
So now he was sitting in a small,dirty,jail cell,waiting for the trial tomorrow that would determine his fate and he was grinning madly as he stared down at the newspaper with the large headline reading, TEEN BOY KILLED BECAUSE OF GANG VIOLENCE. He had suceeded in making himself known and everyone would be scared of him now. And he was glad. This was how he wanted to be known to everyone as. They would be so scared in that courtroom tomorrow and all because of him.