Chapter...

"The voices inside the head of someone being insult day and night caused that man to be filled with unknown heavy pressure. If not given an action it will Immediately result in a clean Homicide case."

Said by the guy as he start to walk on the nearby house. His boots walking unto the ground starts to appear and his suite basked under the moonlight. Were seen, it was dyed in black and red. His hands did appear as he took the glock and carry it on his hands. He pulled the guns as if wanting it to reload.

"This place, is a den of sharks. Those that are not fit are preyed.".

His smile did appear and his face was shown. Then he start to talk to himself as he said "LUCKILY I have encountered same situation several times. I know it, and I know it very well." .

He walked and walked until he reached the door of the house. With a trigger and a gun, the bullet flew out, it hits the door knob, and the silence were disturbed. The door was opened and just like that, the villain entered a new bloodshed. It was like a so called, dejavu. Dejavu of the things he create so far and just like that, once more. In just a minute a family did died.

"The voices, your voices, I could hear it clearly. It was you, who did tormented that man.". He raised his hand and he imagined imagined the guy is shivering. Then he left and just like that he went into the shadows. The man is headed to the man being insulted inside the head. He wants to confirm if the voices inside the man's head were already gone. Apparently, the guy himself is a masters of such thing. For behind him are the dead. The opened tomb, the torture in the head, the mockery and jest, the lunatics, the death, the carnage, the bloodshed, the fire, the sex and lust, the eyes and the voices, everything he did too experienced it well. Behind the man, are the image of the dead, all of them are recognizable and were killed silently, tortured mentally and abused with out justice. It was a clean case of Homicide. The villain, dead pool alike with his gun, did start to appear on the house and there he saw what happened. "Told you, cracked inside the head. My Condolence. Apparently it is a curse. If the guy died, then the victim too will die, it is a double aged sword. It was like a master and a slave.". He put his hand on his forehead as he heard the cry of the victim. Then he said "But the greatest thing is, the predator is dead. There will be no longer any victim.". Then he paused for awhile and he think about it and there he realized something is wrong. " I remember another case, which is me.". He pointed his finger unto him, he tilted his head and he said "Did my cousin the freaking scientist made me do wrong things?.". Then he look at the dead and he realized how the hell did he do that. Then he look at the stars and he move his feet. "Time to go, to move on.".