My name is Gabriella Riana Torres. Im very tall for my age, 17, and in case you havent noticed a Mexican. I have long black hair and chocolate brown eyes. I am a trained gymnast, boxer and I excelled in advanced martial arts classes. I used to have parents. They were murdered. The police said it was an accident but I know it wasnt. My mom and dad were murdered and I was going to get revenge no matter what. Their killer was a man named Luciano Garcia. He took away my family and now I was taking away his. I was going to pick at his family one by one until I got to him. I wanted him to know I was after him. I wanted him to be afraid. I wanted him to regret what he'd done. Regret the decision he made that day.
I already had my car packed. I remembered to pack all necessities like my handheld gun. I had hired a private investigator to work by my side. He was to send me several reports on Luciano's family's where about and the places they visited. I had already learned each family members favorite place to go; that place would no longer be their favorite for that became their chosen spots to die. I had also learned that none his family had children. None. I wondered why but thought better of it. With out children then I wouldnt have to murder innocent kids. I didnt want to murder Lucianos family then leave his relatives children to be orphans. I didnt want those poor kids to go threw what I had. So, it lucky, very lucky, that none of the women were ever impregnated. I was to drive, sometimes fly, to each place to kill a family member. I had already learned that I was going to have to drive to 9 different places, excluding Lucianos place. 9 different places and 9 different people with 9 different lives with 1 thing in common- they were related to Luciano.
The 9 different people were Luciano's uncle, aunt, brother, sister, grandmother, grandfather and 3 cousins. I hadnt bothered learning their names. Its not like I needed to. As I began driving down to the nearest destination, I realized I was going to become a serial killer. I needed a signature move. Something to leave behind for the police to know that it was me. So they would broadcast it on TV. So Luciano could watch the news and find out someone was looking for him. Someone wanted him. Wanted him dead. I decided on a signature. Every time I murdered I was going to leave behind some kind of mark behind so the police could realize I was a serial killer. My signature was cutting. See I was killing 10 people total. And everybody has 10 fingers total.
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