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“Voice
of a Killer” He
reaches out from behind the rusty iron bars, hoping for someone to hear his
story. No one is near, no hand to reach back. It wasn't me, he cries out to the
darkness. God, please, why won't anyone believe me? It couldn't have been
me....he slumps in the corner, head held in his hands. Or...was it? Oh no, the
voice returns. NO! Leave me alone! He clenches his fists, nails digging so deep
in his hands, he draws blood. Come now, the voice replies. You know you felt some
power in it, didn't you? NO! It wasn't me, he
screams. It was YOU!! Never, the voice calmly answers. You took her life, her
blood stained your hands, oh you felt the rush that came from hearing the sharp
CRACK of bones. No...no...he
whispers. I...can't...I didn't...he lies, facing the ceiling, choking for
breath. He comes slowly to the realization that the voice...is in him....
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