Chapter 1: Knock! Knock! The killer is here

"and The whole nation was very troubled by the bad people..."

Looking from behind it looked like a beautiful scene, a youngster reading a story while holding the  hand of a person lying on the couch.

It was so gentle, how the youngster was caressing the hand of the man laying on the couch and reading the story yet so gentle and softly.

"and so the bad guys were all killed by the brave prince and all the nation people then lived happily ever after~ and The End huh? Hey?.... "

there was a worried tone in the voice of the youngster who, now suddenly looked at the person laying on the couch. the youngster tried squeezing the man's hand but got no response. Worried about the Man not responding to him, the youngster held the wrists of the old man to check the pulse in the old man's body.

"Hello? What the hell man! I had been reading this book specially for you and you are already.....mannn! I am soooo annoyed now ahhhhhh"

Standing up from the chair he was sitting on, he kicked the side table in anger and knocked down the books and all the stuff from it. But now there was only anger and rage filled in the youngster's voice. He then picked up the handwritten book that fell from his hand when he stood up from his chair.

Gently brushing the book, he brushed off the nonexistent dust from his storybook. The book looked very fragile and beautiful with a light pink cover filled with dark pink clouds with the name, "the right prince and everyone wrong". It was a complete handwritten book with a hand painted cover. As much as the book cover was beautiful, the storyline was very complex.

The book had a childish name but the story was far from being a child's story book

"damn seriously! this guy was no fun! He didn't even bothered listening to the end of the story..... dude I prepared that story with so much effort! now its all gone to waste dang!!..... anyways he is dead now so it's no use, hmmmm lets see what we should do now.."

Looking around the room the youngster picked up a piece of paper more specific a sticky note that had the same scene picture drawn as the  scene in the room. The sticky note showed a person laying on a couch with the exact same food, a pasta dish and a glass of whine as it was in the room. The even more creepy thing about the drawing was that the person lying on the couch in the drawing had a weirdly huge smile on his face, exactly like the dead in the room.

" Why can't anyone wait till the end of the book to die? I mean, I spent so many months to write this beautiful book yet there has never been a single person who has heard the ending of this book yet..... ALL of them just had to die before the glorious end of this book"

The young man again tried poking the old man to check if he was actually dead or not but to his vain....the old man was long dead.

"tsk"

Clicking his tongue, he looked back at the corpse which was now lying dead on the couch.

Dead.

Dead in a cruel way.

In a way... the corpse had no injury on his body, no sign of abuse nor a suffocation mark on his neck, just a weird smile on his face.

Is this type of death, something a person deserves? but no one knows how the victim died and why he has a smile on their face.

Maybe it's the killers unique style or more like a signature piece to add in his collections of killing it's victims? but how does the killer even kills the victims with such a serene way?.

This is a mystery, that is still unsolved by the whole world at that time.

The youngster walked closer to the corpse with a disappointed look on his face and said

" I thought it would be fun telling you my story but I guess there are less interesting readers these days. Dudeeee I am gonna complain about this drug! It is supposed to work for 2 hours but you couldn't even survive less than 1hour! Dude!! Wait but who am i gonna complain to?"

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after a long pause he continued again;

"I made this drug hahahahha"

In that very sophisticated beautiful room, the youngster laughed like a crazy man. His laughter sounded like a chirp of glee with a complete air of humour in it. If anyone passing by would hear the sound of his laughter, they would think of him as a innocent and funny youngster laughing by himself, but the event that had happened in that very room was the very proof, that this youngster was far from being innocent.

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Was it even normal?

But how can we complain about his behaviour, he is surely a psycho killer so it is most likely expected from him. It looked like he was in his own world talking to himself, then suddenly while laughing he took out a small glass bottle filled with white powder in it.

The bottle was extremely beautiful and the white powder inside it looks like a perfect match for the bottle.

It was a small bottled like one used in movies, where the witches keeps their potions in.

After examining and admiring the bottle for a while, he opened its cap, then brought the bottle to his nose and inhaled a small amount of the powder in the bottle and as soon as he sniffed it in, he realised, what he had done.

He had inhaled the killing drug powder!!! He suddenly looked at the mirror and  Panic rushed in the youngster body.

He started running here and there and started yelling profanities

"shitttttt!!!! What in the bloody hell----- I SNIFFED THE POISON DRUG !! HELP ME!!"

running to the dead corpse, he started shaking it and kept on yelling

"HELP ME BROOO! I SNIFFED THE SAME DRUG AS YOU DID!!! NOW I AM GOING TO DIE JUST LIKE YOU. NOOOOOO. I DON'T WANNA DIEEEE. I STILL HAVE TO EAT MY PIZZA AND GET LAID!! AND THEN GET MARRIED AND THEN I have to get my kids to their school ..."

Now suddenly his tone was different and it looked like he was now calmly listing the things he wants to do in future to dead old man's corpse.

"....then I will drive them from home to school then school to home. ohhh and I want twins like really bad!!! I want to have twins like my parents had!. Dude, now that I am thinking, what would my twin brother be doing right now?" putting his hand under his chin, he looked like he was thinking something but he suddenly shrugged and again continued the list;

"Ah yes, where was I again?.....oh yes, then I will have twins , a boy and a girl then they will have their first birthdays yayyyy and then they will grow old and my son will find an evil girlfriend and my daughter will have a stupid boyfriend, whose butt I will kick, then I will give him this poison drug too, then he will die...WAIT A FREAKING MINUTE I INHALED THAT DRUG!!! I WAS GOING TO DIE AGHH AHHH *cough* *cough* AHHHHHHH"

Falling down to his knees he crouched and held his stomach. His face scrunched up in pain and he shut his eyes tightly.

"ahhh argh damn! Did I had to make such a powerful drug!??Like seriously... Dude.... I am a genius ah! ouch! Aghh"

The tone of the youngster kept on getting low and low and his eyes started to close as he bent even more downwards to the floor. Suddenly as if his knees gave out, the youngster fell flat on the ground on his stomack.

"I....am a great drug maker.....damnn I am so.....s-smart"

The last sentence of the youngster came out as a light whisper. As soon as the words left his mouth, his lips formed a soft smile and finally the youngster closed his eyes.

The great killer who has never been caught is now lying flat on the floor after inhaling that deadly drug the killer himself made .

Is this the end of the killer? Is he going to die this easily? with the sniff of the drug he himself made? is he actually the greatest killer the whole nation was trying to find?.

The whole apartment was quite. It felt like the room was mourning for them too. But suddenly there were loud footsteps surrounding the whole building.

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It was the police ! An ambush?!

... To be continued

Will the killers story end here?

How will he escape now when the whole police and agents have surrounded the whole building?

What will happen now?

Is the killer even alive after sniffing the killer drug or not ?

To find out keep updated to the story.