Chapter Eleven: Of the First Degree

He committed another murder, but this time it was too brutal, and heinous, and ruthless. He was very careful not to leave an obvious pattern, but the rage inside him was preventing him from thinking correctly. At times, he seems to be taking hold of himself, but in other times (which happens most of the time) he was too emotional to competently carry out this bitter retribution.

The smell of the pool of blood excited himself further, and the sight of the murder scene where the victim's body was viciously violated was too pleasing to his eyes that he cannot help it but to give out a lot of loud chuckles, apparently too proud of what he has done. As he looked further at the mutilated face of his victim, lying helplessly on the floor, certainly dead, he had the urge of stepping on it, to further desecrate the victim's body.

He kicked it three times, while his evil eyes are full of rage.

"You deserved it, sir. Yes, you do," he publicly declared to himself. "No mercy is what you needed."

As he slowly realizes that he had just committed a very serious crime, his senses suddenly returned to the reality that he, in fact, killed someone enough to feel remorse. It doesn't matter if this monster deserved the manner of death that he inflicted on him, since he will still be a murderer in the eyes of the society, whether this death was ugly, unimaginable or no. It will make no sense to entertain any remorse at this point because society has a preconceived notion of their stupid laws no matter how hard he tried rationalizing his acts that appeal to the reason of justice.

He was already certain of the cliche that he will hear later on, "The end does not justify the means."

But you hypocrites also execute people! What is the difference? He was debating with himself again. His thoughts wanted to explode from his head.

Instead, he laughed. Again. It was a laugh of extreme satisfaction. He was laughing non-stop like crazy while he peed on the cadaver from the beers that he consumed a little earlier.

He fixed the crime scene to make it look outrageous, and he wanted for the Taxonomists to assume that the entire scene has been tampered. He likes it when the investigators blindly catching him lying, although they do not know who he was yet. It gives him greater satisfaction to make a fool out of the Taxonomy officers.

Of course, there was no way that they will catch him. For him, this is just a foolish contest of "who-have-done-it" even though they take the matter seriously at the Tower of Taxonomy. It's not a killing spree, but a game of its own. Soon, these hypocrites will die in a way that they deserve, and the appointed time for this will eventually come.

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