this plane of existence

"So how did it start?"
"I guess you know it, right?"
"I want to hear it from you."
"Well, I've never considered myself to be a good person. I've done many... immoral things. Even when I was young. The only thing that kept me in check was that I was deathly afraid of getting caught. But then I realized that I'm smart enough to fool people. I realized that if I'm cautious, I won't get busted.
I've only taken just a portion of my brother?s chocolate. I've only taken a few dollars from my mother's wallet. I've only cheated on my girlfriend when I was out of town. I've invited ******* over to my place only when my wife and kids were visiting distant families."
"You weren't afraid of getting caught anymore?"
"I was afraid, deathly afraid! If I wasn?t, I would have done nastier things and I would have done them way more often. That thrill that, I guess, most criminals get while committing a crime? I hated that thrill. It was fear, not excitement."
"Then the accident happened..."
"Yes, I guess you know it. I've hit that child with my car. It was an accident, but to be honest, I was driving pretty carelessly. I didn?t even stop to check on him, I just drove away. Next day, I learned from the news that the kid was dead. I was living in a constant panic for weeks. I?ve committed a hit and run. In a few weeks I managed to calm myself down, realizing that the only reason I?m still walking free after such a long time, is that they have no idea who did."
"Was this the point when you got cocky?"
"Maybe. I got away with manslaughter. Few people can achieve that. You know what was the strangest? I was still afraid. Deathly afraid. But I felt no remorse at all. I knew I did something horribly wrong, but I just kept living my life as usual. It kinda surprised me how easily I can live with myself after committing such a terrible act, even if it was an accident. Am I really such a bad person? Is this the worst I can do?
So I.... explored my boundaries. First I've beaten up a bum. Me. Look at me, I?m just your Average Joe, I?ve never been in a fight before. I didn?t have the guts to punch him with my fist, so I?ve hit him with an iron rod and after he fell, I kicked him a few times, then ran like hell.
With the old woman I had a bit more courage, so I used my fists. Old bitch screamed like crazy, but no one was around. This was on the news, but she could not give a proper description of me, as I was wearing a balaclava.?
?But you got bored by the beatings??
?Not really, I just did not want to get hurt. People can show insane strength when they are cornered and afraid of their life. Like that twelve years old girl, she kicked me in the nuts so hard that I could barely walk for a few days.
That was the reason I bought that firearm. I was deathly afraid just by buying it. For weeks I did nothing, but then one night I decided to take a walk and just shoot someone. And... I did. My first murder. It was on the news, but nobody has seen anything. It was a random dude on the streets, so they had no idea.
?How did it make you feel??
?That I ****ing did it. I thought I wouldn?t be able to pull the trigger, but I ****ing did it. Another item checked on my bucket list. I felt amazing, and the thrill turned into excitement. An excitement which nothing could substitute, so a few months later it happened again. Then a week later, again. News said law enforcement still had no idea. My family had no idea.
It got to a point where I shot like three people every ****ing night. Still, nothing. I watch all those true crime shows, and it amazed me that police could not put the pieces together. I mean, first I was thinking, they already know it?s me, they are just looking for evidence to arrest me. Hard evidence to make sure I?ll rot in prison. But no law enforcement would allow a killer to continue wreaking havoc, right? I figured they still had no clue.
I became fascinated by this fact. It became my passion to be more and more reckless. I remember that very morning. The morning of the massacre in the mall. I sat in my car, taking deep breaths and looking at all the people going around, not suspecting anything. I ditched the balaclava. It was broad daylight. Cameras were around. But nothing. I even told my name to a witness I left alive. Nothing.
There was always something happening that made me get away. Cameras malfunctioning. Witnesses giving false reports. Evidence getting lost. DNA getting contaminated. I know serial killers are hard to catch because they murder random people, but I killed several of my own neighbors as well. Like, I just rang the doorbell, shot him dead while his family was present. Then casually walked back to my house. Still nothing."
"What's your theory?"
"I'm... untouchable."
?You think so??
"How else can you explain that I'm never getting caught?"
?You think you aren?t getting caught? You got caught an infinite amount of times.?
"Haha! Well, I?m sitting here, so it doesn't seem like that."
"It's just the nature of the universe. Everything happens. All possible outcomes happen. Somewhere you got caught by the cameras. Somewhere a witness gave an accurate description of you. Somewhere, you already got caught when you hit that child with your car. "
"Somewhere? Well, not here."
"This is the single plane of your existence where you are still walking around killing people."
"So why are you here?"
"I'm here to fix it."


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