The act of killing
The act of killing
A terrific story idea and a terrible blank page- that’s the genesis of any bestseller. That’s what I am looking for! My laptop is staring at me with ridicule. But a writer’s life in not that pale after all. He always manages to steal a color or two from the life’s canvas, especially his own life.
There had been several extraordinary events in my life, but today I don’t find them extraordinary to the extent that a story can be written on them. So, I plan to share with my audience the spine shattering story of the most brutal among the several murders I committed. I first knocked the head of my victim with an iron jack until it bled heavily and lost consciousness. Thereafter, I butchered it into small pieces and dissolved them in Hydrofluoric acid which I had already procured. The remains got easily flushed out leaving no traces of the departed soul. Thereafter, I cleaned all the stains of blood lying around with ammonia leave no mark behind. The entire body got disappeared with my thoughtfully calculated steps. No one ever found the riddle of the disappearance of the soul.
Do you know which is the most dangerous place around the world? It’s our mind. You must be wondering what pleasure do I get out of such ghastly act! Pleasure, passion, intoxication, sickness- name it what you want. People like me are really dangerous. Once I set my eyes on my prey, I shadow my target for days together like a hawk. And then, before the target realize, its gone.
Has this ever happened to you that you are dreaming and suddenly you realize that this is a dream, but you still keep your eyes closed and let the events in the dream take their course because you bloody so want to go with the flow. I got similar feeling at the point when I commit such crimes. Deep down, I felt that all this might be wrong, but I just could not resist myself from being overwhelmed by my passion for blood and the urge to overpower the soul.