Confessions/17

(Funny, aint it? I kill two people, and I'm a terrible person. Everyone else here kills once, and a poser 'rehabilitating' them is good enough for them?

Anyways, yes, I did it. I couldn't believe I wasn't paid. You realize what that has done to me? Most people here have had trouble spitting in my direction, let alone talking to me!

I wanted to kill him so bad. When I was walking to my grill, I saw the bag of weapons in the field. I pulled the grill out of it, and went around, looking for Winner. I found him in her drawing room. I tripped him on the wire. e fell over, hitting his head on the side table...

...but he opened his eyes. He told we he was going to tell the police. Startled, I took the same electrical flex I tripped him on...

...and the thing sent the life out of him, with a few gasping breaths as it's companions.

As my good friend, Vivienne, would say, 'that piece of trash deserved to lose it all'. And with a little tug, he definately did.)