Woolstein Family Massacre

It's a very cold night, but that wouldn't prevent me from doing my plans. I brought out my gun and tested its scope, i peeked through and saw the sight of the bastard Henry Lyre Woolstein from the window of the second floor building.

As of now, i'm hidden behind the leaves of a tree quite near at the Woolstein manor. This timing is quite perfect since the Woolsteins would be holding a party to celebrate the sixteenth birthday of the Woolstein heir at the front yard of their mansion.

I plan only to kill Henry, yet the idea of tormenting him by killing everyone in his family is oozing with delight for my pleasure. The man who called my mother stupid surely deserves this delightful pain awaiting him.

As soon as the party started, i saw through my scope that Henry first gave a speech. Then as soon as his son was about to give his own speech, a grin formed on my lips. My finger was already itching to pull the trigger.

"This would probably put an end through the whole Woolstein family. Be thankful enough that i'll put you all in a place where you can all be together at once." Then i did it.

I killed his son.

Guests of the party started screaming in fear of what just happened, and at the stage stayed the parents of the kid i just killed. Both cried for the death of their child.

What a beholding sight.

"Wonderful! Truly exquisite, hahahaha!" I laughed. And as soon as the couple started to drag their son back in the mansion, i didn't give them a chance and kept shooting 'til i was able to kill the wife.

Guests were all scattered and still screaming from fear getting killed, and they still haven't noticed that the Woolstein family is the only target i'm about to kill. Presumptious idiots, as if i have interest on their pathetic lives.

"AAAAAAAHH!" A loud scream came from the man who was the only one left to kill.

He kneeled before the bodies of his dead family and shouted in agony. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?"

"I'm just someone who you used to torture too, and i'm really just returning the favor." I whispered.

"SHOW YOURSELF YOU SLAUGHTERER! I'LL KILL YOU WITH MY OWN TWO HANDS, YOU BLOODY HELL MONSTER!"

"YOU SHOULD'VE DONE THAT WHEN YOU LEFT ME ALIVE IN TRASHES YOU SCUM! TAKE THIS BULLET AND GO TO FUCKING HELL ASSHOLE!" I screamed back.

His face turned to my side as he heard me scream. Grinning like i was insane, i showed him the face of the devil that he made. "Now die, Henry Lyre Woolstein."

And i shot him straight to the head.

His body fell unto the corpses of his own family. Well, that finishes my job here. As i was about to get off this tree, i heard the cops' siren. Isn't that too quick? Who the hell called the cops?

I quickly got down from the tree and ran as far as i could. As i saw path in the woods, i ran through it and stopped until i got exhausted.

Taking out the small notebook and pen from my pocket, i immediately marked his name.

1. Miller Northwhite ×

2. Henry Lyre Woolstein ×

3. Jeremiah Gabeslock

4. Franciscia Dellavè ×

5. Erwin Brookes

6. Victor Heignz III

Then there's only three left, i snickered and closed my eyes. The cops are probably searching crazy for me right now. Maybe it's best if i stay here until the sun rises.

I carelessly laid on the cold pile of snow and curled up in my coat. Damn cold nasty night. Should've brought some of my patch warmers with me.

I haven't slept a wink due to the cold weather. Both my hands and feet are feeling numb and frozen. Staying out in cold was probably the worst decision i've ever made. But i know this won't kill me, probably.

I walked through the woods not bothering to go back to the roads, cops might still be investigating on the Woolstein family slaughter. Such idiots, they should've just let them be like that.

Let them rot like the trash they are.

As i arrived at the train station, people there were like buzzing bees. The death of the Woolstein family rumor quickly spread like air, it's probably because their kind of well known in this city since they run the theatres.

"You think the cops would be able to capture the bastard who killed the Woolsteins?"

"I don't know, but surely, that kind of man would never be forgiven by God."

A smirked plastered on my face. Hearing those whispers from random people makes me laugh.

They judge without knowing the whole story, and i'm the bad guy who's to be captured. Such fools they are.