I told the judge that the Almighty is responsible how I turned out. He made me this way. It ain’t my fault my purpose don’t fit with society. I am what I am.
As a boy I’d spend long hours of wishing, thinking how much better suited I’d been to Indian times when killings was common and the law scarce. I growed up knowing I’d kill people, that it was something I just had to do.
You see, death is the only thing I got in common with regular folks. By sharing their death, I can know what love feels like.
I think this is my favourite of all the stories I’ve seen from you
This is masterly. Yet another awful character but so well expressed.
Stunning story.
And that’s the short definition of a sociopath.
Picture of the classic narcissistic psychopath.
Wow, a fine display of the inner workings of a life gone bad.
That’s very dark but I like it.
That is a very nasty mind. And your words let us feel the full disgusting spectrum that defines him.
The matter of fact way the protagonist explains himself and his love of killing is terrifying. There’s a lot of horror in these hundred words.
Love this. Chilling.
I agree with Rochelle this is “classic narcissistic psychopath.” All hope was lost until that last line. How did he feel love in killing? p\Psychopaths don’t feel love so this gave me some hope for this guy.
Too much of a dichotomy here. If a narcississtic sociopath then how come a feeling of love? The voice came out very well.
Worrying how well you portray such a mind.
Oh oh oh! Guess he learned the age-old Adamic trick of playing the blame game and giving excuses for his misdemeanor. Typical!
Everyone has a reason to give for their actions, don’t they?
Could you please give me your feedback on my piece too? I’m new to the FF group. You can find my take on the prompt here:
https://yuhublogger.wordpress.com/2017/03/05/the-shape-shifters/