(POV of the female hero)

In an era of peace, war became a relic of the past. Large scale wars, war of major powers, they no longer exist.

But murder does. It won't fade away.

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Smiling Killer, Death God, Murderer.

Nicknames, different ones, all have one common point. The depiction of death. Amongst those who can kill without any emotion and those who kill while having their sanity, which do you think is the scarier one?

I believe it's the latter.

To kill on their own will. They must have reasons, you say? What reasons? 

Madman, we call them.

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They don't need reasons.

If you ask these people, 'why do you kill?', their response would be:

'I just wanted to. It seemed fun. They deserved it. I'm addicted to it.'

The feeling of killing another person can be addicting. We are called Madmen for that reason.

Twisted, cold, ruthless, and yet, rational. We kill for the sake of killing. We continue to kill until we are killed.

My first kill was when I was on junior high. My classmates were bullying me, and one day, some boys attempted to rape me. Well, they tried. When I was struggling, I luckily grabbed a scissor and stabbed them.

First was the one who tried to rape me. I stabbed his eyes out, and stabbed his throat. He was screaming his lungs out, saying 'it hurts, it hurts!' over and over. The other one who was supposed to be the lookout, entered the room only to find his friend dying in his own pool of blood. He was so scared, he plopped on the ground and wet himself. I, on the other hand, sluggishly stood up.

The adrenaline was still in me, and the hatred that was kept inside of me was being set free. 'Revenge!', my mind screamed. The boy panicked, but had no strength to stand, so he tried to crawl away, bawling his eyes out. The teachers came, and the aftermath was dealt in the court.

Because I was underage, I was to be released shortly after some medical tests. The boy was determined guilty, though because he was also underaged, his parents only had to pay a fine. The parents of the deceased boy were shouting something, but I was not paying attention so I didn't really know what it was.

We moved after that, and I was given security and affection by my family.

But something in me began to change. And I wouldn't say that it was a good one.