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I

A strong force busted the front door of his apartment, tenants


where at first to blame the poor Arturo for lashing anything he
sees which resulted from his inebriety. Gangsters, delinquents,
were running from as they deduced mistakenly the loud
approaching sound as an indication of attack from other lawless,
troublesome, disobedient masses.
“The Police are here” they shouted, as they have discovered
that such forces were the ones having had the audacity to ruin the
supposed to be “silent, tranquil night” they are having.
“Why weren’t there sirens?”
“Who the hell snitched to the police?

for all their comrades to know who can hear to know that it
would be a night, a long surprising night that would fill their
feelings with shock, disgust, worry, and of course relief. A mixed
feelings and a rather infrequent one at that.
II

A night that should have been silent has been disturbed by the
sounds of lightnings, a serene warm night can now only be
imagined; the wind howling, strongly as if it can break the
glasses on windows that has already had cracks bestowed upon it.
Such night seemed like a theme of a nightmare – by normal
people of course – but for a particular person, it seemed as if the
nature is upon him. Aiding for his macabre scheme that had
ended the life of an entire family.
Yesterday was a great day to continue what he had started, a
new life that had ended what people may think a hellish life that
was consisted of bloody sights, violent actions, and gorily scenes.
A simple life was all he wished for, a fortunate unfortune,
Kenneth’s breakfast consisted of the following: a cereal with
milk and just a coffee. Day after day, it was the same routine, go
for a walk, and if wanted a jogging, after waking up in the
morning then will eat his usual breakfast. Lunch was a box of
pizza and a soda. Dinner should have been cooked by him but as
he got bored and somehow got sick of such routine, he tried to
walk around the town for a bit and find himself a nice little diner
to satisfy his hunger.
III

I don’t even know who you are but I am still going to kill you
though

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