Illusions of Evil...

Images swayed through my brain, they pushed all remains of sanity out of my mind. Images of blood, war, human mutilation. The absolute carnage of mankind. 'Why do these people bother with peace? it's only preventing the inevitable.' I thought, as I rocked myself back and forth. 'They think that peace is the answer to things, they think the use of force is hardly even a way to teach them, they think reasoning is the way, compromising, agreeing to disagree.' Said the other kind voice that had just rudely shoved itself into my head. Don't they see? the best way to make someone learn is through pain, pain is the best teacher there is, I have been through this, which is why I am so smart now.


I could feel the hate taking over my body, it consumed my brain and intoxicated my soul, it plagued my life. I got up, and walked out of the room, I wondered what a certain person would be doing at this hour, well, they should be sleeping. Perfect for what I intend. My footsteps echoed through the alleyway I walked through, 2 fences on either side, on the other side of these fences were innocent peoples backyards. Innocent people? no no, no one is innocent, there are only levels of guilt. The fences were about 3 meters tall, and, if I pushed hard enough, I could probably break it down. But no, that wouldn't be smart, would it? that would only cause more problems that would require more solutions, I only have enough time for a certain amount of problems, and the same amount of solutions. Failure is not an option, not at this hour.. the darkest of hours.

He usually left a window open, or a door unlocked whilst he slept, stupid... any person could wander through his house and take all his treasures and get away with it. However, this wasn't a usual night, no doors were unlocked and no windows were open. I came prepared for the unexpected. I picked the lock on his front door in a matter of seconds, and open it, as quietly as a mouse. I already knew the layout of the house, which floors were carpet or tile, which doors creaked when you moved them at certain speeds, I knew it all, because I have been here before.

I started to think about exactly what I had before, my plan. What I am to do with this piece of shit that I came here to kill. I thought about the main thing, the reason why I came here to kill him. He is a news reporter for Chanel 10, and he hasn't been saying very nice things about me, he deserved to die for being an idiot. Who thinks they can get away with insulting me like he did? and he said it to everyone around the world! making me look like a fool, people now laugh at my name. Not for much longer... soon the world will know me by one name, what I do, and not to mess with me.

My adrenaline started to flow nicely through my veins, oh it felt so good, nothing else gave me this rush, the excitement. Knowing that the whole world is after me, and not a single one of them knows that it's me. The voice in my head kept pushing me further and further, telling me to kill him, to slaughter him, to destroy him. All the methods of murder I wanted to use, but I could only use one. My favorite was to choke the victim, and watch as they tried to escape my grip, and watch the life drain slowly from their eyes.

I walked forward, down the dark corridor, I couldn't see anything in front of my face, but oh.. I knew how many steps it was down this corridor to his room. I felt around and found that the door was shut, I knew that if I opened it slowly that it would creak loudly, if I opened it quickly then it wouldn't make a noise, except for the wind being pushed forwards into the domain. So, here I go... Gloves on, no mask.. I want him to see who I am before he dies. He knows who I am, but he doesn't know it's me behind the ever so clever murders that the FBI has been investigating for years now.

The reporters name was Karl Hodgson. Hodgson was a fairly average man all around, nothing really separated him from any other person you'd see on the street. Around 6 foot tall, average build, brown hair and brown eyes.. the one thing that separates him a little bit from the crown is the facial expressions he gives.. they all look so innocent, if you hear that he said something bad about you behind your back, and went to him in person about it, his look would generally persuade you from being angry at him.

I burst through the door as fast as I could, Hodgson immediately sat up and yelled something I couldn't really make out. I jumped on top of him and wrapped my hands around his throat before he realized I was here to kill him. I smiled as I looked into his eyes, the expressions of innocence were there, trying to persuade me to let go and leave, but I was too good for his pitiful looks. I laughed, "you were stupid enough to bad mouth me on television. Now, you pay the consequences." Hodgson struggled fiercely against me, but I have the upper hand on him, he would be dead in about 30 seconds. "How.. could it be you?" he spluttered "my own friend a murderer..." He then stopped struggling and fell limp. He was dead.

There was a news report on the murder the next day, not a single bad word was mentioned about me, except I'm sick minded and heartless.. which I was fine with.

They couldn't ever catch me, I am too clever..

My name is Fox.. and I am on the top of the FBI's feared and wanted list. No one fucks with me.. cause they can't find me.. I win.