Dead.

The day was extremely stricken with despair. Most of the townspeople had come to the memorial for the 07 victims. I blended in easily, wearing the tuxedo I had stolen from a backyard where it was hung, blowing along with the chilly wind. The crowd was immensely big, so I fit right in.
I stood there, looking up at the small stage where a podium was presented. Then I saw him, the Sheriff. Possibly the worst Sheriff. He stood behind the podium and said, "We are all filled with sadness...the Killer is a notorious psychopath and it devastates me that I and the Deputy have not caught him yet."
I scoffed. As if they even tried.
I walked through the crowd, getting a better view of the Sheriff. Maybe he would be my next victim. But would it even be worth my time? He's perhaps a maybe.
I can hear the Sheriff continue, "We lost 04 lives last year and now, it's happening again this year. 03 lives have been taken. 04 female, 03 male. Though we have not caught the killer, we did uncover something."
I looked up. I shook my head and thought, There's no fucking way that prick found something.
He said, "The next victim is going to be male. Based on the pattern, he wants to keep it even."
The crowd became angry all of a sudden. They shouted at the Sheriff, spitting venom out with their harsh words. A woman shouted, "That's all that you un-covered?!"
The Sheriff did not respond to the backlash, "There will be a curfew. Once the sun starts to set for tomorrow, everyone will be reported to be inside their home-thank you."
The sudden air that was filled with sadness turned into a violent act. The scene seemed like it was a dazed dream, everyone shouting in anger, everyone protesting, or crying.
I caused this.
I was proud.
I looked around the scene, staring at the people who shouted in anger. I almost smiled-and then I saw him. A young man. His eyes set on the people, he stood still. I can see from a few feet away in the crowd that his eyes were hazel. Like mine. His black hair was messy-like mine. Maybe I was falling in love-maybe. I saw myself in him. I was falling in love with myself? Seems about right-but I couldn't love. I'm a psychopath. I stared at him for the longest time as people protested.
He met my gaze, and I should've looked away. But I couldn't. This man who was meeting my gaze, was something special. I liked special. I couldn't have loved him, but I knew he was something that I wanted.
And so, he will be my next victim.

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