Seizer
Legacy Name: Seizer

I never wanted to become a killer. I didn't sit down one day and just decide 'hey, today I want to kill someone', that's just not me.

The first killing was an accident, I never meant to hurt anyone.

The killings after that, I couldn't help myself. Something in my head told me to do it.

I needed the thrill.

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The first killing, as I mentioned, was accidental. Traffic collision, which was entirely my fault. Something about seeing that dead body in the car in front of me changed something in my mind. I never knew it at the time, and spent almost half a year without knowing about this change that had happened.

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The second killing took me completely by surprise, but the thrill from it was amazing. It completely over-rode the fear, the knowledge that what I was doing was wrong.

This time it was a stabbing. I'd known the person for years, invited them into my house as a friend, stuck up behind them and literally stabbed them in the back. The adrenaline was wonderful.

Hiding the body was a problem, it was here that panic set in and I couldn't stop shaking. I turned to alcohol to cure this fear before taking the body to the local woods and burying it.

This was the one body the police never found.

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The third and forth killings were planned. It had been another few months, drinking heavily to rid myself of the guilt, and the force in my head needed more. I befriended a mother and child, invited them around for a meal one night and shot them both. Getting the gun had been tough, but I got there eventually. I left them in the kitchen for a day, throwing empty drink bottles at them, before dumping their bodies in the local landfill.

When the police found them, they made the front page.

For months after, I felt disgusted with myself. I had done wrong. Seriously wrong.

Yet that feeling in my head, it told me I'd done well. Very well.

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The fifth killing was my sister. I poisoned her when she came to visit me, threw her body in the bog and returned to my drinking. Although the craving was fixed, I actually felt sad about this one. I cried, I screamed, I raged.

The tears you saw on TV from me when she was found, those tears were real. I really missed her.

My family knew nothing until I was arrested. I don't think I'm their son any more.

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Before the sixth and last killing, I decided to adopt a stray cat I had seen hanging around my home. He didn't judge me, he loved me unconditionally. I spent a lot of time with him and cared for him more than I've ever cared for anyone. I'd spend hours sat by the coal fire just stroking him, listening to him purr.

I hope he's being looked after now. I'd hate for him to be mistreated.

The sixth killing is where I was arrested. I'd suffocated someone, and on the way to dump the body I was caught. Red handed. After being questioned by the police, they said I was insane.

I'm not insane, I'm just a little different. Controlled by impulses.

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The doctor sighed, having watched the Feli inside the cell for long enough. The Feli always said the same thing, told the same story over and over again to himself. Being in this hospital, in this cell, was just making him worse, but there was nothing else to do. If he was let out he'd kill again.

Maybe, one day, they'll be able to find a way to help him out with this 'feeling' in his head and fix him.

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