Novel & Cerita Comedian Serial Killer

Finally, I got a proper look at them: one was plus-sized like me, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes behind thick glasses, she remined me of my sisters; the other had deeper brown skin than mine, a height and body of a super model and a beautiful healthy afro. “Don’t let him get to you,” the second woman said with a warm smile. I sighed. “I shouldn’t have gone to that fast food in the first place. Why do people insult others and call this ‘dark humor’? What’s funny about cruelty and humiliation?” The slim woman’s expression hardened. “He’s a serial jerk—makes nasty comments about women he dislikes and flirts with the ones who fit his ‘type.’ His dad owns the place, so he acts like

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.

He tapped his chin, deep in thought for a moment, “So you must be the poor one… his wife, right? Is my deduction correct?” “That’s rude.” I shifted the plate again. “Plus, I am—” I paused. “Devon and I should be divorced by now. Please do not relate me to him again.” “Whoa… careful there.” He raised his hands slightly, a mocking smile on his face. “Have you finally figured out that Devon is actually a serial killer?” I rolled my eyes and turned to leave then immediately turned back to him, “What?” “He has pictures of different people’s faces in his room… doing different inspections. I think they are his victims.” he continued.

“I just don’t want you alone tonight.” She studied me for a long moment. “You’re either genuinely kind or a serial killer.” “Definitely the first one.” “That’s what a serial killer would say.” Despite everything, I grinned. “Fair point. But Jack here has known me since I was a kid. Jack—am I a serial killer?” “Nope,” Jack called from the bar. “See? Certified non-murderer.” I waited. “What do you say?” She took a deep breath. “Okay. But if you try anything—”

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” “No.” Travis tried to stand up. I helped him recover back on his feet. “If this is about the murder, I have nothing to do with it. I was not here when it happened.” Looking to the direction of the door, Travis walked past the Detective. But before he would even leave him behind, he mumbled some words. “Here’s what I know is sure; your killer is here the whole time. While you are busy scrutinizing every corners of this University, and while everybody is put on an emergency lockdown, your killer is just there, blending with the crowd, along with the public, laughing at you and at your reckless, whimsical, and poor decision making. Oh! By the way, you should b

he said, giving him a smile that rocked him to the core. "Did you kill my mother, Mr. Summers?" Patch asked softly. "Did you kill your wife? Did you plan to kill your son's girlfriend, too? How about the drugs being sold around town. The new pool you're putting in, and the new car Beth is driving. Is that worth it? To sell drugs to children in town, and become a local legend because you're a serial killer?" Mr. Summers laughed, and ran his fingers over his silver hair. "I took care of you. You know I'm not a serial killer. Wouldn't I have hurt you—,"

Ashamed of my answer. “So, I guess you haven’t been following me all that long.” He blew air out of his lips, letting the number set in. “That’s quite a jump from three.” I nodded. “Yeah, I am a serial murderer. So that’s the worst thing I’ve done. And I’ve done it multiple times. Are you here to make me pay for my crimes or something?”

I want to disappear right now. “It is creepy when people do that, look at others like they owe them something. It makes them look like serial killers.” “What? Serial killers?” I looked up with my eyes open in shock and defense, “That would be the last of the occupation in my mind” I said in my defense. “Oh I can see” he nibbled the word “then I will like it if you stop watching my brothers and me, in that serial killer way” “But I don't….” He turned around and with his stride, he walked away.

She is the one that pushed him over the cliff. I think we're dealing with a psychotic serial killer. ****