Sinner (Revised)
2011-07-24 5:28 AM PDT
AS he looked at the limpness and lifeless body of his unfortunate victim, certain pleasant memories of his past "Jobs" flourished him. Whether, it'd be murder, robbery, torture, or anything that was related to pain or suffering of someone else, he was the man to get it done quickly and efficiently. He was the man who did not feel pain, did not feel emotions. As he dawned upon the time where he murdered another man equal in status, he began to smile. Murder made him very happy. He was by all definitions, a sinner.
Gathering up his tools, he could not help but wonder about the reasons in which he committed these murders. He could not help but think about how he killed for no reason, how killing was his pastime and other smaller crimes such as robbery were what he called "Dessert" following his main course. He was perfectly satisfied with his weekly routine of hunting one victim, preferably to be done every Wednesday. The rest of his days, he spent on his job as a politician, a quite big one in fact, he was supposedly running for senator in a week. But deep inside, he knew the man he was, he could never chain his hunger.
It all started 10 years ago. His best friend, in his eyes, had betrayed him by joining a rival gang and weeks later, was found shot dead in an alleyway along with 2 of his gang mates. From then on, he swore with all his mind and soul that people have to be punished. Betrayal, corruption, violence was clearly evident in this world that he lived in. There was no light in the dark, there was no savior in hell. Taking matters into his own hands, he began his imposter career as a politician, specifically targeting the rich and corrupt to punish for their sins. But every once in a while when boredom edged in, he would pick a lesser person, sometimes a beggar or sometimes just an ordinary teenage boy walking home.
No matter how much he killed or robbed, he was never satisfied. There was always something wrong with his procedures, the victim was either too proud and dignified to fear death or too cowardly. He longed for a victim who would just fear death, but would accept it nevertheless. As he paused when recollecting these very thoughts, he heard the sound of sirens 2 miles away. Immediately he knew, that he was going to be caught. He knew right then and there that his days of murdering sinfulness was going to end. But he also knew that he had more than enough time to escape or even get out of town, which surprisingly he ignored. As he sat down on the bed waiting for his inevitable but avoidable defeat, he further dawned onto his past sins...
Two years ago, he kidnapped a girl. The ransom demand he set was, as he clearly remembered, two million dollars. Of course, he didn't need the money, he was just seeking the thrill of watching this very girl cower in fear and plead in desperation to let her go. How he cherished that moment, and how he also cherished when he slit her throat exactly two minutes after the money was dropped. He left the money and walked away feeling nothing but a little satisfaction. When he disguised himself as a cop later on, he could not help but smile at the reaction of the girl's parents over her dead body...
The police and SWAT stormed the house covering every doorway and window. They found however, the dead body of a wealthy politician with a pleasant smile on his face. Besides him was an empty pill bottle and besides that was a letter. As one guard picked up the letter, he read...
"Have you ever thought about ending someone's life? You may think about it, but me, I do it. We all are sinners and there's no one to punish us except for ourselves. You all are as sinful as me, do you not fantasize and lust when you look at a pretty woman? Do you not, back stab your very friends in times of the utmost hate? Do you not live for money? Do you not speak words of unnecessary filth occasionally, even with your friends? Have you not thought about murder once in your life? You all are sinners, you all are like me and you all have a reason to withstand the worst of hell. I confess, that although I did not kill these people directly, I have contributed to their deaths. I imagine myself as a killer for those innocent lives in which I have harmed are a direct result of my greed. Heed my explanations: My best friend, 10 years ago, left my gang because he desperately needed the money to pay back our rival gang. I refused to give him any cash and no matter how much he begged or pleaded, I remained stone cold in my decision. I knew that I had more than enough to give him, but money in my eyes, was more important than the life of my friend. Because of this, he is dead... As for the little girl, she, unfortunately was my daughter. I lied when I said I gave into the ransom demand, my greed and selfishness prevented me to pay the ransom. At the time, I thought that the kidnapping was a fraud and nothing, not even the suicide threats from my wife could change my mind. It was until much later when my daughter died did I regret and pity my pathetic being for letting this happen. The current victim, in which the body you have probably found in the upstairs bedroom, was unfortunately, my political partner and adviser. He called me yesterday morning threatening to reveal my past, in which he had probably discovered upon searching the files in my desk. I came here to confront him, to convince him that what he was about to do was going to devastate me and my career forever. He did not heed my warning and so we struggled. In short, he fell and received a death blow to the head. This is when I realized that my existence in this world has contributed to nothing but harm. And so, you are reading this with me smiling, bidding this cruel world farewell, forever resting in eternal peace."
When they looked up they felt the politician had every right to be smiling, mocking them as pure hypocrites in a cruel world. After all, who would've thought the killer would be the most innocent being in the room?
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Gathering up his tools, he could not help but wonder about the reasons in which he committed these murders. He could not help but think about how he killed for no reason, how killing was his pastime and other smaller crimes such as robbery were what he called "Dessert" following his main course. He was perfectly satisfied with his weekly routine of hunting one victim, preferably to be done every Wednesday. The rest of his days, he spent on his job as a politician, a quite big one in fact, he was supposedly running for senator in a week. But deep inside, he knew the man he was, he could never chain his hunger.
It all started 10 years ago. His best friend, in his eyes, had betrayed him by joining a rival gang and weeks later, was found shot dead in an alleyway along with 2 of his gang mates. From then on, he swore with all his mind and soul that people have to be punished. Betrayal, corruption, violence was clearly evident in this world that he lived in. There was no light in the dark, there was no savior in hell. Taking matters into his own hands, he began his imposter career as a politician, specifically targeting the rich and corrupt to punish for their sins. But every once in a while when boredom edged in, he would pick a lesser person, sometimes a beggar or sometimes just an ordinary teenage boy walking home.
No matter how much he killed or robbed, he was never satisfied. There was always something wrong with his procedures, the victim was either too proud and dignified to fear death or too cowardly. He longed for a victim who would just fear death, but would accept it nevertheless. As he paused when recollecting these very thoughts, he heard the sound of sirens 2 miles away. Immediately he knew, that he was going to be caught. He knew right then and there that his days of murdering sinfulness was going to end. But he also knew that he had more than enough time to escape or even get out of town, which surprisingly he ignored. As he sat down on the bed waiting for his inevitable but avoidable defeat, he further dawned onto his past sins...
Two years ago, he kidnapped a girl. The ransom demand he set was, as he clearly remembered, two million dollars. Of course, he didn't need the money, he was just seeking the thrill of watching this very girl cower in fear and plead in desperation to let her go. How he cherished that moment, and how he also cherished when he slit her throat exactly two minutes after the money was dropped. He left the money and walked away feeling nothing but a little satisfaction. When he disguised himself as a cop later on, he could not help but smile at the reaction of the girl's parents over her dead body...
The police and SWAT stormed the house covering every doorway and window. They found however, the dead body of a wealthy politician with a pleasant smile on his face. Besides him was an empty pill bottle and besides that was a letter. As one guard picked up the letter, he read...
"Have you ever thought about ending someone's life? You may think about it, but me, I do it. We all are sinners and there's no one to punish us except for ourselves. You all are as sinful as me, do you not fantasize and lust when you look at a pretty woman? Do you not, back stab your very friends in times of the utmost hate? Do you not live for money? Do you not speak words of unnecessary filth occasionally, even with your friends? Have you not thought about murder once in your life? You all are sinners, you all are like me and you all have a reason to withstand the worst of hell. I confess, that although I did not kill these people directly, I have contributed to their deaths. I imagine myself as a killer for those innocent lives in which I have harmed are a direct result of my greed. Heed my explanations: My best friend, 10 years ago, left my gang because he desperately needed the money to pay back our rival gang. I refused to give him any cash and no matter how much he begged or pleaded, I remained stone cold in my decision. I knew that I had more than enough to give him, but money in my eyes, was more important than the life of my friend. Because of this, he is dead... As for the little girl, she, unfortunately was my daughter. I lied when I said I gave into the ransom demand, my greed and selfishness prevented me to pay the ransom. At the time, I thought that the kidnapping was a fraud and nothing, not even the suicide threats from my wife could change my mind. It was until much later when my daughter died did I regret and pity my pathetic being for letting this happen. The current victim, in which the body you have probably found in the upstairs bedroom, was unfortunately, my political partner and adviser. He called me yesterday morning threatening to reveal my past, in which he had probably discovered upon searching the files in my desk. I came here to confront him, to convince him that what he was about to do was going to devastate me and my career forever. He did not heed my warning and so we struggled. In short, he fell and received a death blow to the head. This is when I realized that my existence in this world has contributed to nothing but harm. And so, you are reading this with me smiling, bidding this cruel world farewell, forever resting in eternal peace."
When they looked up they felt the politician had every right to be smiling, mocking them as pure hypocrites in a cruel world. After all, who would've thought the killer would be the most innocent being in the room?