Chapter 1
I think I am the luckiest person alive because I have figured out a way to harness luck. Luck is not a matter of chance, but it is playing the safest gamble and reward of wits. But, luck is vicious if you have a twisted mind.
I am a 27-year-old common man, but I have a taste for killing people. From a very young age, I had blood on my hands. I was evil from birth and my father knew it. But he was not responsible enough to teach me the morals of a good person. He was abusive and temperamental.
It was a rainy evening when my father came home drunk and began to beat the shit out of my mother. He was yelling that my mother gave birth to evil and she has to pay the price now. It was not going to stop anytime soon and I was not empathetic enough to save her. In fact, I was flabbergasted by the violence. How can one be so weak and defenceless? How does this power of violence feel? I could not stop trembling. I slowly walked down the stairs to the living room where my mother was being battered ruthlessly. From the kitchen nearby, I picked up the knife and snuck behind my father. He was too grunting and kicking my mother, even though she was already unconscious.
From the back, I swung the knife and cut the tendons in his ankle to make him immobile. He felt loudly and turned back to see who dared to do this to him. I swiftly stabbed his neck and moved four steps back quickly. Then I sat and watched him showcase several emotions that I had never felt in life. But watching him bleeding to death, I felt something ecstatic for the first time. After he finished spewing out blood, I went near my mother who was slowly gaining consciousness. She was such a kind but weak person. It was almost a pitiful sight.
This was how my life changed. Neighbours had called the police due to the loud fight. When they came, I was sitting in the pool of blood of my father and mother. They saw a scared child who saved himself from the madness of his father, who killed his wife. I was sympathized and respected by those people. At that moment, I realized something important. Killing is not bad, you just need to kill the bad people in the right circumstances.
I was then adopted by a rich foster parent. I took the opportunity to create a respectful image and studied diligently to know more about human psychology and laws.
Back to present, I am some kind of superhero now. I have killed 13 people and was celebrated for my deed. The first one after the murder of my parents was when I was in high school. I was returning from a strip club when I saw 2 guys trying to rape a girl. I waited patiently until it was serious. Once one guy finished and the other guy was going for it, I took a big stone and crushed both of their heads. I did not stop until I had an erection from this act. Then I covered the girl with my jacket and called the police. Though it took a long time to prove my innocence, with the statement from the girl and under the act of "Duty to rescue", I was released. The press published me as a hero and bedded the girl I saved.
To avoid suspicion, I kept switching cities and countries and doing the same thing under similar circumstances. I was always cautious to never leave any evidence and portray myself as a faithful abider of the law. It was all going good until that detective came knocking on my door.
