Nny's P.O.V.

What am I doing with my life?

The words kept on echoing in my head.

I justified all the killing I did, claiming that I only murdered the tainted ones. But wouldn't that make me ruined, myself? Then there were the ones I killed... just to keep the monster from escaping.

I couldn't decipher if the monster in the house was just me or not anymore. I had to stop, before it became an out right addiction.

"Excuse me, young man!" A middle aged man with a thick mustache and beady eyes barked at me, interrupting my thoughts.

I pulled out my ear buds and glanced at him, "Yes?"

His fat face was red with rage, "Are you just gonna hang around all night or do you plan on buying something?"

I thought about it, "I was actually quite content on standing here for the remainder of the night. Why do you ask?"

He narrowed his eyes at me, "You either buy something or I get my boy to persuade you to."

He motioned to a skinny kid with a gun visible through the outline of his shirt. There were three other teens standing around the kid, all of them puffing out there chests and trying to look tough.

I laughed a little manically, my veins getting a familiar chilliness to them.

I pulled the knife out of my back pocket and threw it at the boy with the gun. It hit him right in his throat and he collapsed as his father and friends screamed.

I ran over and grabbed the gun out of the boy's pants, preceding to shoot his friends. There bodies fell to the ground as well and I turned to face the man.

I laughed, "Your boy seems to be having a hard time persuading me!"

I picked up the boy's lifeless body and moved his jaw in time with the words I said, "I'm gonna kick you're ass f you don't-"

I suddenly snapped his neck and laughed again, "Sorry, I can't seem to hear you through the knife in your neck! Ha! I could be a ventriloquist!"

The man slowly backed away, horror taking over his expression. I took my knife out of the boy's throat and let him drop back to the ground.

I then sprinted over to the man and held the knife against jugular.

"P-please sir." He stuttered, his voice barey audible.

I pressed the knife harder against his throat and sang, "I can't hear you!"

He started crying and he sobbed, "Please sir! I have a wife and daughter at home-"

I grinned, "And I'll be sure to pay them a visit. Bye bye now!"

I slit his throat and cheerfully skipped away. Before I came to an abrupt hault.

"Fruity Pops!" I exclaimed, "That's what I needed!"

I whistled as I strolled through the isles and grabbed my favorite snack. I got out my wallet and threw a five at the petrified check out lady before leaving the convenience store.

My mood darkened later as I realized I had killed again without a second thought.

I wander if they have a rehab for serial killers.

"It's called prison, Johnny." One of the voices in my head informed me.

I sighed... how depressing.