As I walked down the streets after my transformation I began to stare at the innocent people walking down the streets. I noticed that I could read their thoughts, and I immediately knew what kind of person they were. I saw through them. I saw their whole lives, from their supposedly miraculous birth, right down to their innevitable fates. I knew every evil deed they had ever committed, every wicked thought they ever had. I saw flashes of murderous thoughts, blood dripping from their supposed best friend's body parts. In all that, I saw potential. I also noticed they were all staring at me, because by this time I was smiling ear to ear, and perhaps laughing a little under my breath. They may have never followed through with these thoughts, but I knew that if I ripped out their sanities and placed them in a grave, all meaning of life would be lost to them. All their hopes of salvation by some higher entity, would be demolished. I easily picked out my first victim.

This was a man that had been through a lot of horrible events. Over many years of mental abuse, his brain had been erased of any emotion. His life now was a daily routine of work, paranoia, and sleep. He had no room for love, because his heart was already filled with hate for everyone. In fact he hated his self, he hated his life. I followed behind him, as I easily melted into a shadow while everyone else was too busy with their pitiful lives to notice. I flowed with the wind behind him as he walked up to the front doors of his (much hated) job. He worked for the Thacker's Law Firm, where he daily would confront people that he knew were guilty of their crimes. He would take their side and proove beyond a doubt that they were in fact innocent. He would bend and twist the truth, making a new truth for everyone to believe. He was very meticulous about every little detail, and he would even make himself believe that they did nothing wrong. In the end the truth wouldn't matter, because he would get his money, he would live to go to work the next day.

I followed him to his fancy car, and went behind him into his luxurious home. I walked with him past the maid as he gave her his coat and walked up the stairs to his bedroom. Once alone with him I showed myself. I got in his face and I fealt his fear as his heart sunk to the floor. I placed my hands over his face as he tried to squirm away into the corner of his big bedroom. I found his last strand of sanity deep in his mind and snapped it in two. He stopped squirming and only stared in the distance. Then he moved his eyes and met mine. He saw my soul and smiled. I melted away from his vision and only left the feeling of my glooves on his face. He thanked me and stood up.

The man immediately grabbed his gun and box of bullets. Then he went downstairs and shot his maid in the head twice and laughed out loud. He went outside and the first person he saw, he shot dead. After that, he just walked down the street, shooting who he could see, reloading his gun, and laughing a horribly dreadful chuckle. He walked slowly, and acted normal until he was within shooting distance, and killed. He never stopped, even when the cops showed up and told him to drop his weapon. He raised the gun and got off one last shot before every officer began firing on him. The last shot hit the sherriff in the center of the head, and they both fell at the same time. Even while he layed there dying he never stopped laughing. Nobody could hear him through the shots being fired, but I knew he was laughing.