DISCLAIMER: let me just state here that the opinions in this story do NOT reflect my own. This is a work of fiction. It may seem disturbing and very dark for my tastes but keep reading. I think you'll like the outcome.
The Evil Inside of Us
by Sean Lennon
PART ONE: Monday
I am not a good person. I’ve known this for a long time. I wasn’t like most criminals that you read about, though. Bundy, Gacy, Dahmer. I never pulled the wings off of flies or tied a dog to the back of a truck. My father never beat me and my uncle never touched me in bad ways.
I like to think that I was just destined to be bad. After all, everyone has that ability to be evil, most just choose to lock it away. I, on the other hand, embraced it. I’ve embraced it several nights a week for the last four years. That was when I decided to live out my fantasies. You always remember the first one.
It was back when I had just graduated college. There was a particular girl in the class. Actually, no. “Girl” is too kind of a term for this whore. I was one of a small few that she didn’t sleep with, by my own choice, of course. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
So like all graduations comes the after-graduation party. I’m not a social person myself but I had to try and see what the big deal was all about.
The first thing I noticed was that the house the party was in was packed with these cattle. I felt like I was stuck in a muddy pen with dozens of fat dirty pigs who's main goal was to happily roll around in the muck while the farmer picked his prize. I walked through the cattle and canvassed the lot. The noise was deafening, but all I heard was the blood pounding through my skull. With every step I took, the blood pounded louder and louder. The smell of body sweat plugged my nose and I felt the urge to vomit. I couldn't stay here any longer than the two minutes I had already been there. I turned around and saw the distance between myself and the front entrance. Going back through the herd was not an option. I had to find another way out. I turned around again and saw the backyard entrance right through the kitchen. A mere twenty feet away.
Pushing through the crowd, I made my way through the rest of the herd and found myself leaping through the doorway into the night air. It wasn't until then that I noticed that I had been holding my breath the entire time. Gasping for clean air, I walked to the center of the backyard where the pool was located. That, too, was filled with utter morons, thinking of nothing but intoxication and fornication. Just like dogs in heat.
-'Hey I know you!' I heard. I didn't look at the source of the voice because I honestly made an effort to not socialize with anyone in any of my classes. I was there for the knowledge, not for making friends with these dogs.
-'Hey, you were in my biology class, right?' the female voice said again. This time a hand placed itself on my shoulder from behind. I had no choice but to turn and see who it was that was bothering me. It was the town slut, Casey Turnbeck, smiling away at me like I was candy.
-'Hey Casey right?'
-Wow, you remembered! So, having fun?'
As much fun as I could having rolling around in shit, I thought.
-'Great party! I had to get some air though.'
-' I know! Packed to the ceiling in there. Where's your girlfriend?'
I felt the fishing line cast out my way. You'd think that with someone of her ilk, she would have perfected catching someone with ease. That line couldn't have been more obvious.
-'Oh I'm single. Haven't found the right girl.'
-'Get out of here, you're single? You're not gay are you?' she laughed, placing her hand on my arm. I wanted to smack it off and throw her a disgusted look that just screamed 'you whore!'
-'Noooooo. Happily hetero, thank you.' She laughed and leaned closer. You'd have to be a total idiot not to realize what was happening.
-'I can't believe we didn't talk before! You are so funny.'
And that's when she starting reeling the line in. She brought her face up to mine. The alcohol on her breath was shocking. Yet, she was trying to be sexy and alluring. All she was actually doing was making an ass out of herself. Mind you, I’m not gay. She was attractive. She had an ass that you could display on a wall like a trophy. ‘Hey, Joey, look what I got this weekend! Nice one, ain’t she?’
-‘Whoa, I think you may have had a little too much to drink tonight,’ I told her. I didn’t come here for this. Especially not from someone who has given what she’s got to the majority of the guys at this party already.
-‘Well, that’s all the better for you now isn’t it? Have I told you that alcohol makes me wild?’ She was talking in a low sultry tone. It only made me want to shove her down and force her face into the ground with my heel.
-‘Sorry, Casey, but I’m one of those nice guys that finish last. The last thing I want is to take advantage of a woman as beautiful as you.’ I tried to play it off to avoid any confrontation. Not with this many witnesses in view.
-‘Oh I get it. You are gay, aren’t you? You’re a fag, right? Hey everyone! Quiet Biology boy here likes a strong stiff one! Don’t you, FAG?’ That’s when she started yelling and poking me in the chest with her finger. The backyard version of the party got quiet and all eyes turned to Casey and myself and the drama play that she brought upon me. The anger in me began to rise, urging it’s way up and out to be unleashed upon this bitch whore that made me look like a fool. I gritted my teeth and tried to walk away but she grabbed my arm and continued to scream ‘fag’ and other things at me. The blood in my head drowned her words out. I had had enough and jerked my arm free, walking away as calm as I could. But the blood in my brain pounded as loud as I’ve ever heard it. There were no other sounds but that. My hands ached with the strength that I used to clench them into fists. The anger in me boiled over, screaming to unleash it on this useless cow. But I knew better. I had to keep some composure due to all the people watching her make a fool of me.
I left the premises and walked the two blocks to my car. Getting in, I sat there for twenty minutes, thinking of some way to relieve the pressure in my head. Then, like a switch that had been suddenly turned on in my head by some unknown hand, I knew what needed to be done. Relieve the anger on that which brought it forward. But I couldn’t do it now. I had to get her alone. And then, and only then, would I be able to rest that night.
It was a waiting game. I drove my car to the end of the block where the party was being held. There I sat, like a lion ready to pounce the delicious gazelle.
It was a good two hours before she exited the house. And it was as lovely as I thought it would be. She was alone. I almost laughed out loud at the sight. After all the work she did on me, she still left alone. Serves you right, whore. I would have told her to get used to it but she wouldn’t have a chance to. Tonight it was all over. I knew this right there.
I got out of my car, ready for it. I had a pair of gloves on to prevent any prints from being left behind and a New York Yankees baseball cap on to keep any loose hairs from falling out. Yes, death interests me, so I had watched hours of shows each week on forensics and true crime. Thank you media for feeding the cattle of what they wanted and giving me the knowledge that I needed to pull all this off. It kept me going for a long time now. But I’m getting too far ahead of myself.
-‘Casey,’ I called out quietly. Alarmed, she whirled around with her keys in her hand. After seeing it was just me, she released her breath and let her guard down.
-‘What do you want, fag?’
-‘Just thought I’d come back and prove to you just what a stud I am,’ I said to her in a convincing tone.
-‘With the tiny pecker you’ve got?’
-‘Check it for yourself,’ I told her, unbuckling my pants. I threw my hands up in surrender. She paused a minute and took the bait, shoving her hand down the front of my pants. Feeling around, the look on her face said it all.
-‘Wow! Are you part horse?’
-‘Care to find out?’
She nodded like a little child being asked if they wanted some ice cream. I took the keys from her hand and got into the driver’s side of her car. She hurried around and got in the passenger side. I started the car and drove off.
I drove fifteen minutes away to a darkened baseball field at the end of a park in
-‘The shirt,’ I told her, ‘Take it off.’
She smiled and did so. It was clear that she had done some work on them, even in the dark dugout.
-‘I want it all,’ she said, licking her lips.
-‘You want it? You’ve got it.’
Then my hands found themselves around her neck, squeezing as hard as I could. The shock on her face made me laugh in her face.
-‘You stupid cow. Did you think I’d let you get away with making a fool out of me? Did you think you could get away with it? You’re nothing but a bag of useless flesh.’ My hands soon released their grip and I began pummeling her face over and over. It was as if something or someone else had taken control of my body. I zoned out for a minute and then stopped once I couldn’t recognize her. Her face had become this big lumpy and bloody mass. Then I knew that I had to finish it. Leave nothing behind. I strangled her until the life left her body.
I neatly cleaned up and returned to the car, making sure there was no evidence left. The power and energy I felt at that moment was orgasmic. The blood in my head was silenced and I could once again hear all the other night sounds. Then I walked out of the park and back home. I slept soundly that night.
That was four years ago.
And tonight I was getting the urge all over again.
TO BE CONTINUED….
Part Two: Tuesday
It was nighttime and once again the urge took me over like a wave. With every kill, the power surged through me stronger. By now, the police knew of a serial killer in the area. But I was too good for them. I never stayed with one particular style or type of victim. Whatever the urge was in the mood for is what I did.
They never did find out who killed Casey Turnbeck. Stupid cops. It was amazing how many cold case files each precinct had. I made them look like the morons they were to the public and the media. Quite ego boosting but I knew better than to let my ego get too big. That’s when mistakes are made. And I had a long career of this ahead of me. Zodiac, eat your heart out.
-‘I found God, on the corner of First and Amistad,’ sang the voice through the door that I stood in front of. I giggled to myself. It was funny how religion was such a joke nowadays. God was nothing but a sales ploy. If there was a God, would he allow someone like me to go around and do what I do? I think not.
Inside the apartment was a young woman named Josie Cruzer. White, early 30’s and very single. I have watched her for over a week, getting her routine every week night. Once I was comfortable, I knew it was time to strike. And I knew exactly how to go about it.
She answered the door with the pure innocence that I had seen on her face time and time again. If I were normal, I most likely would have been attractive to a woman like herself. But as you already know, I’m not normal. I use the evil that’s inside me. For fun. For joy. For that feeling that only evil can bring you.
-‘Good evening miss, I’m going around collecting donations for the fight against cancer. Would you like to help out today?’
-‘Absolutely!’ she responded, ‘Come on in for a minute.’ Josie opened the door wider, allowing me access into the apartment.
-‘The Fray?’ I mentioned, commenting on her choice of music. Making it seem like we had something in common is always good for having the victim let their guard down. If they think you’re just like them, they trust you more. The kindness factor of collecting donations also gives them the sense of compassion in you. Something I don’t have in me, but she doesn’t know that.
-‘Yeah! I love this song.’
-‘Me too,’ I said, but thinking that this was more like anally raping my ears, if that’s even possible.
She walked back into her kitchen where her purse lay on the counter and started rummaging in it for some money. I took the distraction as chance to place the plastic gloves on and close the door behind me. I had a strip of Duct tape placed on my hairless stomach and tore it off to use on her mouth.
She turned to see what the noise of the tape was and I leapt across the length of the kitchen and slapped the piece on her mouth before she knew what was happening. I followed it up with a right to her temple, stunning her and giving me time to use the headphone cord and tie her hands together. Once they were I kicked her legs out from under her and knocked her to the floor. Then to help disguise the scuffle and cutting, I walked over to her stereo and turned the volume up a little higher. Now it was time to play.
As Josie was trying to get back to her feet, I grabbed one of the carving steak knives of out her top drawer. Some people are so predictable. Humanity has become lemmings with a select few leading while the thousands behind them follow off the cliff of stupidity.
-‘Stay down if you know what’s good for you.’
The shock had subsided now and the fear took her over. I’m sure the thoughts of what was going to happen to her ran rampant through her mind. I often thought of how I would deal with her as I watched her night after night. But after giving it good thought, I decided. And it involved a steak knife.
-‘Now if you behave, we can make this as quick and as painless as possible. Do you understand? I won’t hurt you if you listen.’
The truth didn’t sink in because she heard what she wanted. I tell her this so she won’t be a pain in the ass and fight back in hopes of escaping this horror I’ve brought into her home. They get brainwashed by TV and movies thinking they can escape from the Big Bad. Tsk, tsk. Shame on you for thinking such delusions.
I find such joy in causing pain to others. And I’m not alone. You all feel the same way. Someone trips and falls near you and you laugh. Someone has their child kidnapped and murdered and you breathe a sigh of relief that it wasn’t yours. Someone you work with had a shittier day than you did and you’re glad they did because it was them and not you. Don’t lie to yourself, you know it’s true.
I take the knife and slowly, carefully, cut the clothes off of Josie. She cringes with each piece I remove, imagining me having my way with her. She has no idea what I really have planned. I put the plan into motion by removing the duct tape.
-‘Now I want you to scream as loud as you can.’
She’s puzzled by this request and pauses. She’s trying to figure out my plan. But she’s too stupid to. Remember, I’ve been doing this for years. Not even the cops have been able to catch me. I am a smart motherfucker. Don’t you forget it.
-‘No, I’ll be quiet. I promise.’ She replies.
-‘Very good. You passed the test. Now I will make this quick and painless like I promised.’ I take the knife and cut into her forearms, slicing into the main artery and bleeding her out like a slab of meat in the butcher shop. Her large doe eyes register surprise in pain and she then struggles. But it’s too late for her. I then begin cutting slices of her smooth tanned skin off her arms and legs. I do more, worse, things to her after that but I’ll save you from vomiting your fast food burgers up. But boy, did I have fun.
Once I’m done cutting her and having fun, I drag her body into the bedroom and position her remains on the bed that hasn’t seen action in quite some time. No one likes a girl with baggage.
I begin my surveying, making sure there is nothing from me left behind to help the police. I do this to allow myself the joy of doing it again tomorrow night. Of course, there are only so many places I can do this before it becomes obvious that it’s me. I’ve moved six times all along the East Coast to keep the police from catching me. I’ve returned to
And that’s when things get sticky. The unexpected. A knock on the door.
-‘Josie, dear, is everything okay? It’s Delores.’
A nosy neighbor. Goddammit, I hate nosy people. Guess my fun isn’t over tonight.
TO BE CONTINUED…..
Part Three: Wednesday
I sit in my living room the next evening, reading the late copy of today’s newspaper. An endearing photo of Josie and Delores decorate the front page. Ah, the memories. Allow me to continue the events from last night.
Good old Delores was knocking at the door, looking for the woman I had just murdered and I had yet to leave her apartment. There was nothing else to do but to kill the nosy old wrinkled bitch. And boy was I going to have fun doing it.
A good talent of mine was the ability to adapt to any situation. I think it was one of the things that allowed me to stay out of the grasp of the little piggie cops. That and I was smarter than them. Thinking fast, I grabbed the knob of the door and opened it gently. I do this not to alarm the decrepted old hag but to delightfully surprise her.
-'Hello there,' I say to her. She looks up at me in shock at first but then her lonely mind moves to a more happier expression.
-'Oh, I'm sorry, is Josie here?' she asks.
-'She's getting ready in the bedroom. I think she's a little nervous if you ask me.' I wink at her with a smirk.
-'Oh! I'm sorry, you are?' She asks it innocently but with intrigue as to who the 'date' is.
-'My name is Joshua. And you must be Delores. Josie has told me so much about you. Please come in.' I open the door wider, showing her that nothing is amiss. I cleaned up good. Delores takes the hint and enters the apartment. That's what lonely people do, they secretly intrude on happy couples to get that happy couple taste before returning to their shitty lonely exsistance. Stupid nosy shitbag.
-'I'm just here to ask Josie for a little bit of cocoa.' Delores tells me. Right. Sure you are.
-'I'm sure she won't mind. Help yourself,' I egg her on.
-'Josie dear!' she yells to the bedroom, 'I'm going to grab some cocoa!' The silence gives it away and before she can turn to ask me what's Josie's doing, I step forward and land a strong right to her temple. Down Delores goes, like a sack of wet potatoes. Man, it's funny how she lands. It's even funnier at the wounded seal noise she makes in pain.
-'Seriously please stop with the noise.'
-'What? What are you doing?'
-'I'm getting ready to kill you, you nosy little bitch.'
-'But..but why?'
-'As a service to the rest of the world who could give a shit if you live or die!' I shut her up by ramming my fist into her cheekbone. The fragile bone shattered upon impact. I followed the punch with three more. Fast. Powerful. Painful. It made me smile. I was making a difference and removed a pimple on the ass of humanity. Good bye Delores, you wrinkly old hump.
I made sure Delores was truly gone by taking one of my boots and stomping down on her lumpy head. The squishy crunch of her skull was music to my ears. I grabbed a dish cloth from Josie's kitchen and wiped the blood from my boot and took it with me as I left the apartment, closing the door behind me.
The police showed up the following morning when Delores's old friend came to visit and didn't find her there. The super found them and called the cops. They, of course, found nothing. I told you so.
See now, most killers would follow this up with another night of fun and blood. But not me. I know better. I'm taking the night off. But boy do I have quite the performance in store for tomorrow night. It's going to knock your socks off and make you turn away in disgust. But you're just going to have to wait for that.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Part Four: Thursday
The night is calm and ripe for blood. I crave the excitement that the moments before the kill give me. It’s like the build up to the orgasm of your life. The feel is almost impossible to describe. But why am I telling you? Your feeble lemming mind couldn’t wrap itself around such an experience.
I pull up to the back of the place where I plan on holding a grand performance. I’ve scoped this place out for a long time. It’s the planning that makes me unstoppable. Every little X factor is thought out like a timeline. Be prepared for the worst. Then it will all fall into place.
I’ve made note of all the security alarms and cameras in this place. The IGA supermarket in
I prepare myself for the bait. Taking a small vial of fake stage blood, purchased in
-‘Please, someone robbed me. Help.’ I fall to one knee to enhance the performance.
-‘Oh shit. Bob! Bob! There’s someone stabbed back here!’
The night manager strolled back to the door where Pimple boy and I were. Once he saw the fake blood, he jumped into high gear and helped drag me into the back room of the supermarket.
-‘Cecil, go call 911 and get an ambulance here. And tell Tiffany to bring me the first aid kit!’ Bob the night manager pulled me over to a stack of pallets and tried to lay me down on it. That was when I had to act. Cecil couldn’t reach the phone if I wanted to do what I had planned.
I stood up and pulled the knife from it’s back sheath and held it against Bob’s throat. Bob’s gagging caused Cecil to stop and look back. When he saw what I was doing, he stopped short and stood there, watching me. I smiled at him and slowly pulled the knife across Bob’s throat. A neat thin slit appeared and widened as Bob’s head fell backwards. The blood gushed like an overflowed sink. And so did the wet spot on the crotch of Cecil. I couldn’t help but play into it and dipped a finger into the blood and licked it off. That made Cecil run. Oh goody, the chase ensues!
-‘Tiffany! Run! Get out!’ Cecil warned the night cashier. I could see her from the back and that she was too busy reading a magazine to know what was going on in the back room. I ran after Cecil and knocked him to the ground halfway down the aisle. Tiffany put down the magazine and walked over to see what was going on.
-‘Don’t worry miss, Ridgefield Park Police. Cecil here is under arrest.’ I said to her with a smile.
-‘No! Don’t believe him! He just killed Bob!’
-‘The manager is talking to my partner in the back room. Go see if you’d like.’
Tiffany was confused. Although she never saw me before, she wasn’t sure who was telling the truth. Cecil kept yelling at her to get out but she still didn’t move. I shut Cecil up with a knock to the back of his head. He stopped and shook the pain away.
Now as much as I wanted to play with young Tiffany, I knew I didn’t have the time. So I dropped Cecil to the floor and rammed my gloved fist into her nose, breaking the cartilage in it and knocking her on her ass. Then I took the knife and slit her throat also. She slowly bled out, grabbing at her throat, trying to keep the blood in her. People are funny when they’re on the verge of death. Struggling to keep every bit of life in them in hopes of surviving. That’s when the thought of prayer comes to mind. ‘please God, do let me die.’ ‘please God, let me live and I’ll go to church every day.’ It’s quite pitiful. God ain’t gonna save you. If he were, then he wouldn’t have let you get stabbed to begin with. But no one thinks about it that way.
I turned my attention back to Cecil and picked a large metal can from one of the shelves.
-‘Have you ever seen someone after being beaten with a foreign object? Depending on the object, they end up looking like this messy lump of clay. Would you like to see?’
-‘No please, I won’t say anything. I promise!’
-‘Do you really think that if I let you go, you’ll NEVER say anything about what I’ve done here? Do I look like a moron to you, Cecil? DO I?’
The one thing that truly angers me is when I get grouped into the thousands of morons around me in the world. I breathe an air of sophistication and intelligence. I don’t go around stuffing my face with Big Macs and slurping on Starbucks coffee, driving around in a hybrid car with the wife and 1.5 kids. I live above them! I tower over them with my mind.
The anger took over and I used the can on Cecil. Bringing it up and smashing it down on his flesh. Over and over. Die, Cecil, Die! After doing this for I think three minutes, I stopped and caught my breath.
-‘Oh sorry, Cecil. You now resemble a pile of lumpy shit. My bad, homes.’ I threw the can to the side and that was when I noticed someone by the front window. They were peering in looking my way. But I wasn’t sure if they could see me thanks to half the lights having been turned off to warn the customers that they were closed. I hopped to the side of the aisle to hide and looked closer at the person peering in. The street light was of no help showing me who this person was. If it was a customer or a cop, it was one thing. If it was a friend or family member of Bob, Cecil or Tiffany, then there was a problem.
The person stepped back from the large window and the police uniform he was wearing came into view.
-‘Sorry kids, would love to stay but it’s time to go.’
I vowed when I first started this that I would never be caught alive by the police. And I still vow that to this day. But then I saw him speak into his radio and heard the back door open.
Here we go again.
TO BE CONCLUDED….
Part Five: Friday
I’m sure you’re wondering now, how this story ends. Such inquiring, gossiping, ‘I-need-to-know’ minds. Seeing how I have nothing better to do right now, I’ll feed your curiosity.
Leaving off in the supermarket with one piggy cop out front and one walking in the back door, who would have just found the dead body of Bob, the night manager. Whatever would I do? Come on, if you don’t realize that I got off scot-free by now, you’ll never grasp what I’m about to tell you then, you stupid lemming. Go jump off a cliff.
Thinking fast, I grabbed Tiffany’s neck, covering my hand in her blood and wiped it off on my neck, making it seem that I was cut too. I pulled off the gloves and stuffed them in my pocket. Then I lay down in an awkward position and waited.
I knew I would get away, it was just a matter of time. If I had to kill the cop, so be it. He wouldn’t be the first. I remember running into one on a highway one night after getting the urge and I beat him with his own nightstick and finally ending his life by shooting him with his own gun. That was fun. But I digress.
Finally, after a few minutes, both police officers walked into the shopping area of the supermarket and found the three of us lying in the aisle.
-‘Damn, they got the kids too. Who’s this guy?’ The front one asked. He looked over all the blood on me and knelt down to check me and Tiffany.
-‘Is this Cecil?’ the other one asked his piggy partner, ‘What the fuck did they do to him?’
-‘God, he looks like the friggin’ Elephant man.’
-‘Since when do you know what the Elephant Man looks like? The last time you watched a movie, it was titled, “Anal Rampage VII”.’
-‘Shut up.’
-‘Hey, hold on, this guy’s got a pulse.’ The one piggy cop said when he reached for my wrist. I took advantage of the surprise and yanked his gun from his holster and shot a big hole in the face of the other cop. His face shattered like a dropped wine glass. The front cop paused, disgusted and shocked by the gun fire so before he could recover, I shot him in the face too.
I don’t like guns, they’re too unreliable. And they leave too much evidence behind. But I was in a crunch and had to act fast before more piggys showed up. I wiped the gun down really good and then I decided that it was time to leave. I told you that the police weren’t going to catch me. Take that for not believing me.
I put my gloves back on and changed my shirt like I planned. Then I left via the back door and kept to the shadows, walking the ten blocks to where I parked my car near a basketball court. Keep the getaway vehicle as far away as possible. Another rule of mine. This helps because the police always look in the near vicinity of the crime. And unlike Berkowitz, that hoax, I wasn’t going to get caught via a ticket.
When I reached the basketball court, I noticed a young woman crossing the court as a shortcut. Still on the high from the supermarket slaughter, I decided to have some dessert.
-‘Excuse me,’ I asked her, ‘Do you know if there’s a bus to
-‘Oh, um, yes,’ The woman replied. She was caught off guard, which was perfect for me. She turned to point in the direction of where the bus stop was and I used that moment to strike. The thin wire I had in my back pocket I wrapped around her throat and pulled back as hard as I could. She pushed back and tried grabbing my face. After a few seconds she made an attempt at kicking my shins. Thanks to the pain tolerance training I gave myself, it didn’t effect me at all. That’s when the X factor occurred. From the corner of my eye, I saw the glint of the one street light nearby off the tarnished metal in her hand. Then a flash and a white hot pain in my neck. After that it was nothing but darkness, my special friend.
That was a month ago. I now lay here in a hospital bed, locked inside my head. I’m still alive, of course. At first, I didn’t have a fuckin’ clue what was going on. I woke up here and couldn’t move. It was like they strapped me down to the bed to keep me from escaping. All I could do was look around with my eyes.
-‘What the fuck? Hey! Let me up!’
That’s when I knew what was going on. I could hear myself screaming but it was only in my head. My lips did not move. My hands did not move. My feet did not move. I was trapped in my own body. How the fuck did this happen?
I found this out slowly through the first week. The nurses would come in and talk gossip about me like I couldn’t even hear them. But I could. The woman on the basketball court shot me in the neck, severing my spinal cord. I now had no movement other than my eyes. But I still win. Cops never caught me. And in time, I’ll get movement back in my body. And when I do, that gun-happy bitch will get what she deserves.
THE END