The Life and Death of a Killer

I looked at him, seeing fear in his eyes. I was starting to regret killing him, but the voices in my head told me to do it, that he deserved it. I listened to the voices in my head and killed him. His blood covered me, it made me sick to my stomach. I washed it off, but I could still feel the blood on me, I could still see him pleading, begging me to let him go. I could still see myself hitting him over and over, it made me sick again. I didn't want to kill again but the voices told me that it would be better next time I kill, that I wouldn't get sick. They said I would see why they deserved it. And you know what? They were right. I didn't get sick, I didn't feel sorry for them. I actually enjoyed killing them. Who would of thought I would be a killer? They always said I was good, guess they were wrong about me. They finally caught me in the middle of killing someone, They took me to a judge. My old friends and family was there they were all crying, and telling the judge that I was too sweet to kill anyone, that made me and the voices laugh. He sentenced me to death. I was all over the news. I bit someone who tried to talk to me, after that the cops kept me restrained and away from people. They took me to a gas chamber and strapped me in and walked out. I could feel my self dieing, slowly slipping away. I told them I regretted nothing, and I don't. With my final words, I slipped off into oblivion.

The end

Another one-shot I made I hoped you liked it! Please review!