I wanted the good ending in the game of life. I wanted to be happy...

It was never meant to be that way.

I killed many in my time. I never needed my innocence anyway. I knew what both of us wanted, and I felt bad that I couldn't make a future where I get what I want, and He gets what He wants.

Death - Described only as something the human mind cannot comprehend. I know what death is. A black, empty feeling as all of your past sins collapse onto you and force you downwards into the black forever. The pain of a thousand bombs going off inside your head.

Millions of Tsar Bomba's tearing your body to pieces slowly. The excruciating pain could only be survived if you were a god.
I never felt grief for what I did. I never felt sadness for my mother or my relatives as I tore them to pieces. Gore, guts, the organs flew as thick red liquids from all part of the body flew out. I disected them all. My only weapon was a kitchen knife, yet I had become a news sensation.

Titles such as 'The Pint-sized Slasher', or 'The Child Of Death' were my most known names. I had a kill count of 28, and I had planned my 29th and 30th kill next. A couple. A boyfriend and a girlfriend, they were going to Niagara Falls. Thankfully I stowed away in a plane, and made my way to the border of Canada and US.

This was my last mistake. Or so I thought.

As I heard yelling and screaming from outside the bag, I assumed that we were either crashing or I was found out. I peeked out a bit, finding out that we were, infact, crashing.

I silently whispered, "Fuck, fuck fuck! Damn it!"

"I won't survive after this fall."

I had accepted death, I mean, when you're a killer you have to accept that you can't live forever. I didn't allow myself to be cocky.

If I was, I would die. If I wasn't, I would die. The difference being I would probably die faster if I was too arrogant and a show-off.

I believed in order to kill, or murder, whichever you prefer, you need to go with the flow and plan your murders. It's okay if you have to put it off for a bit. I would still get back to it after awhile.

However, I will have to put this on hold because I am about to die. If I survive, they'll find me and execute me. Either way I die, I won't be able to kill my targets.

I was honestly more concerned that I wouldn't get these kills.

I heard the wind rushing, and the passengers screaming as everything went white, and then black.

Author's Note

So yeah. First chapter.