Prologue
Westward bound. That is what he was, westward bound. He had his plane ticket ready, was on his way to the airport, and he wasn't even going to kill the cab driver. He barely made it through security and thought he was going to have to kill the officers there, but he didn't.
It felt strange, not killing, deathly strange. Well, it was a new start, maybe that would be part of his new life, not killing. He couldn't say for certain, all he could say, is that the annoying teenage girls he was sitting by had best shut their fat lips before the flight was over, or he'd shut them for them.
Westward bound. That is what he was, westward bound. He had his plane ticket ready, was on his way to the airport, and he wasn't even going to kill the cab driver. He barely made it through security and thought he was going to have to kill the officers there, but he didn't.
It felt strange, not killing, deathly strange. Well, it was a new start, maybe that would be part of his new life, not killing. He couldn't say for certain, all he could say, is that the annoying teenage girls he was sitting by had best shut their fat lips before the flight was over, or he'd shut them for them.