I pant heavily now that that adrenaline stuff has worn off, after the deed is done. Sniffing disdainfully I straighten my posture and adjust my jacket in one fluid motion. There’s a little bit of blood on it that can be easily washed off, less than the weeping heap of it splattered all over my face. Uhg, washing that off is gonna be a bitch. More soap in the eyes for me, it’s not a pleasant thing really.

I step over the body at my feet and then the soaked-with-blood text book next to it with ease and head for the closest bathroom. Hopefully that crappy pink stuff they call soap will get all this tickly liquid off of my face. I can feel the vacant stare of my victim behind me…

No really, I can and it’s creepy.

Humming I dry my face off with those scratchy brown paper towels that really don’t dry all that well. It didn’t really take that long to clean after all!

Then the door bangs open and hits the wall with a cracking sound. Gees people, public property! We’re not supposed to destroy it! Oh… well, I guess that means I owe this place a new algebra text book. I always knew those damned heavy things were good for something.

Waaa… I’m being arrested?

Okay, so I’m sitting in this room with some guy staring at me with a mug of coffee in front of him. Can I have coffee too? I like coffee!

What do you mean that I can’t have coffee unless I answer the question!?

Oh fine whatever, what is it?

Why did it kill the kid? That’s pretty easy Mister!

He tried to steal my candy bar!

What do you mean that’s not a good reason!? That’s a perfectly fine reason to kill a guy! Look buster, I’m gonna tell you a really good reason why I would kill and you’re gonna listen to me, you got that?

No one and I mean no one touches the butterfingers!