SAM
What makes a man insane? What is it that defines a monster? I ask these questions every day. My name is Sam, and I kill people. I kill for many reasons. I kill for those who are beaten down, I kill for those who have lost everything. I kill for the fun of watching the life slip away from a person, away from this world.
My story is like most. I had a good life, a family that loved me, a wife and two kids, and a job as a bank clerk. I had a nice life until the day I took a knife and killed both my wife and children.When the cops found me I was sitting on the chair, just staring with a smile at what I have done.
I smiled all the way to the mental institute they stuck me in. Even when they sentenced me to life with out parole. Even when I broke the Doctor's neck and escaped the asylum, I showed a smile.
Now I walk the streets, looking for the next kill. I search and search, god, am I really a monster? I can't be this. I just can't be this beast. I always ask this and still no one answers me. I realize I have a purpose though. I must stop those who are like me.
I must stop those who hurt others for enjoyment and greed. I am what I am. It doesn't mean I have to be any more grateful for this life. I am the hunter who stalks his pray. I am the creature who torments your fears. I am many things. I am Sam.
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