Death In Their Eyes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Told from the point of view from a murderer as he consults his victim. Not really creepy more disturbing that a person could think like this.

Submitted: March 21, 2010

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Submitted: March 21, 2010



What do you see when I hold this gun to your head? Do you see a killer or a broken soul? Do you see your life pass you by? Would you listen to my reasoning for committing this crime or would you turn

this scenario around?

I want to know what the eyes see before death takes them under. Can you tell me? Or should I stand here and stare at your trembling body before anticipation alone murders you?

I want you to know that if I shall never be given the gift of total knowledge then I’m glad I choose you.  I want you to know how I feel right now. Like I’m caged in my skin and my hand is that of another

person. I don’t feel right, nor wrong just terribly confused. Standing here with your pleading eyes melting into my soul I can feel a stab of remorse, but then it erases to tranquility when I know that you will get

what I’ve always wanted.

I wish that you knew how better off you are, and how regretful I will feel by sundown. I hope you know that even though I will envy you for ever I will also suffer along side you. I shall honor your grave and

speak highly of you for your help, whether it’s voluntary or not. Though it mostly is because you where there in that alley at night. I didn’t make you stand too far in the dark, fate did. Maybe fate wants me to

discover this?

I am not a monster only curious. Like they always said curiosity killed the cat, but I’m curious not you, so why do you die? See I’m plagued by these question that I hope you can make me understand.

Of all the questions running through my mind the biggest enigma would be why your asking for me to hurry up and do it.  Do you share my confusion on death? Do you want to steal my discovery and

benefit from my own stupidity? That won’t happen.

Now I’m the one with the gun to my head, but it’s not the same because I know when I’m going to pull the trigger. I need you to did it and watch. Maybe you will see something I haven’t. Will you do this

for me and the curiosity of others like me? How quickly you obliged, I feel saddened by your lack of compassion, but either way I will be smarter then you.

I want you to know that the click of the gun still makes my blood rush and adrenaline spark. I want you to know that the thunder of an unleashed bullet sounds like nothing on Earth. I want you to know

that you will no longer be able to look in the mirror. I want you to know that you’re the monster now.

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