Where do I beginning? Maybe from the fact that I am standing over a dead body, in a pool of blood with a crazed look on my face, accompanied by a big smirk while strongly griping the murder weapon upon which fresh blood drips from it. Or that it's the dead of the night in the middle of nowhere where only a true master is truly free to work on their masterpiece. Did I mention that my dearest loving boyfriend was too kind to keep me company? I didn't? well he did and by the looks of it he does not regret tugging along.

Am I proud of my work? you fucking bet I am, you too will once you see my work of art on the news tonight, but that only depends if the authority are nice enough to share it with you, if not you're lose. I could confirm if he's dead but it would be a waste of time since I made sure that every impact that the baseball bat made with he head was strong enough to break his skull. Don't be too mortified I only crushed his skull about twenty times I would have made it fifty but am too kind and merciful God bless my soul.

I can't really put it into words the feeling of Joy, excitement and the rush that comes along with watching someone's Life drain from their eyes, how their final breath gets trapped in their lungs once the last spark of life in their eyes fades off and nothingness is left in it's place.

Trust me it's a feeling to live for or to die for the choice is yours. And don't feel sorry, for them coz the only thing they will show is fear, not confusion coz they know they deserve it like he deserved it, just like everyone else before him deserved and after him will deserve it.

Well, since I have a lot of cleaning to do and evidence to destroy, which will take hours upon hours let me bring you up to date after all everyone loves a good story. A story about how we met. What? Are you asking who 'We' is? hahaha curious ain't we? you just have to stick around and I will introduce you soon.

Oh where are my manners, am Alexander you can call me Alex just as my friends do, well more like did coz most of them are now dead. And yes you guessed it right I killed them, some of them, the rest did it themselves a favor and didn't wait for my arrival. It was so sad they took all the fun away from me but all in all they all ended up in the same place I sent the rest. HELL. Don't be sad we will get into this in detail soon but for the meantime let's get acquainted.

I was born in Rosseville city's suburbs into a family of six. My parents wanted to be close enough to the city for work and to enjoy all the pleasure it offered but far enough to avoid it's chaotic nature.

My family was a normal family, only if you consider a normal family as ones whose parents work day and night to avoid each other coz they can't stand each other or their children who they are too busy to take care of yet they gave birth to four fucking kids.

An older brother who deal's with drugs whether it's buying, selling or smuggling you name it .A ***** for a sister since she hit puberty and a narcissist for a second brother with several criminal history and last but not least a son who may or may not have psychopathic tendencies accompanied by several mental illness but who cares. Surprise no one does.

Both of my parents being in the working class you would expect that they cared Just a little bit enough to make sure I went to a proper school but no an old rundown school in the outskirts of the city near some shitty neighborhoods sounded like a marvelous idea.It wasn't.

I walked an hour walk from my school to my home because I believed in living a healthy lifestyle and enjoyed every single minutes of it. LIES! it's all LIES I hated every single minute of it I Loathed it . I didn't walk because I wanted to stay healthy and fit I only walked because my stupid brother "forgot" to pick me up from school like he did for the last two fucking year yet we went to the same school.

Not once, not twice, nor thrice but a countless number of time I had to hide, fight or run away from some creepy asshole trailing me from school on my way home. But who can blame them for wanting to prey on a weak, pathetic excuses of a child. I was pathetic I showed weakness but never again.

Oh did I forget to tell you to about the oh-so not frequent injuries that I had to walk home with from kid's that either "accidentally" pushed me down the stairs, hit my face with a soccer ball, slam me again the lockers several times but who's counting.

At seventeen the long walks from school and the lonely night I was left alone or even a whole damn week got me thinking. Thinking of how much I hated every body, my parents who didn't seem to know I exited, my siblings who hated each other including me for reasons nobody knew and used me as their punching bag since no one would notice and if they did they wouldn't give a flying **** about it.

Those Stupid teacher who stood and watched me getting hit and even having the guts to enjoy it and those kids that thought I didn't receive enough shit at home and decided to get the job done. I hated them all of them and I was going to make them pay. One by One.

The day I came to this conclusion is the same day I met them. I stood in front of the mirror and stared at my pathetic reflection. My face was a sight to behold, one swollen eye completely shut can't see through it, got it from school because apparently someone Just didn't like my face funny isn't it? coz I sure did get a laugh out of it well also a black eye , bruised cheeks and a couple of broken ribs or they sort of felt like they were broken all from having a good sense of humor.

A busted lip which stoped bleeding a while ago From my dearest second brother because I was weak and got my *** kicked in school. In his defense he was teaching me how to be a man. well it seemed to work because I became a man on that day. A mad man to be precise.

Dry blood coated my clothes that were hanging of my body from the busted lip earlier. I never had the courage to stare at my own reflection I tried to convince myself that it was due to shame but I knew the truth it was because I couldn't be able to face them.

THANOS AND DRAGOSHI. But on that day I did the one thing I dreaded the most I stared into their eyes and acknowledge their existence. It was my reflection alright but don't be fooled to think it was from the same person. I could see the grin on their face widening and the spark in their eyes growing. They knew they won.

They knew they were no longer just small voice in my head that I could push away and ignore at times. They knew that they were now in charge of not only the subconscious mind but the active one as well. This realization send a chill down my spine not only a chill of fear of how far they could go but also a chill of excitement cause with them weakness is not an option.

This was confirmed when 'I' reached towards my drawer for a pair of scissors and cut down my long hair that covered most of my face. it wasn't me, it was Dragoshi. I knew this from the cocky smile he had on his face and the feel of dominance he oozed. He always hated the fact that I hide our face in shame and fear. To him it should be a face that demands and gets the respect it deserves, a face that people should worship and cower in fear of.

And as more and more pieces of hair fell to the ground I knew he was going to make sure that he gets what he deserves and by the look in his eyes he was getting it no matter the cost and with Thanos grants of approval I knew it was a set on decision and there's no turning back not then and not know.

Even with my still skinny body I couldn't help but fill so strong, no even better powerful. Maybe it's because of my two new roommates more like body mates if that makes sense who were about to make me realize who much power I got over people and how easily I could make them disappear.

That evening as I sat down to eat my dinner I couldn't help but keep smiling, my brother said it made me look like someone who belongs to a mental institution. I wish he knew how wright he was then maybe he would have ren and not end up in a suit case six feet under the newly constructed library poor Maxy, hope he rots in hell for all I care.

The following day being the weekend my new permanent roomies decided to go shopping since the clothes I wore weren't fit for someone of our caliber and after fitting on what they chose they were the furthest thing from wrong.

Well Monday is gonna be an interesting day and the smirk I could feel Dragoshi and Thanos give me I knew I would not be disappointed.

Monday came along and I woke up to a new feeling. A feeling of pure bliss like the body I was in wasn't mine, like it was a new acquired body but as I stood in front of my mirror to get ready the out line of my ribs and my skin clingy tightly to my bones brought back the feel and acknowledgement of my actual body but the realization didn't leave me with the felling of disgust and self loth like usual it only increase my determination.

It was decided who's taking charge for the time being when my hands reached for the car keys inside my brother jacket, then dashed out of the house into the parked Mazda CX-5. Thanos. He, nodded his head in approval as he ignited the ignition and the beauty purred to life.

Max came running towards the drive way just in time to see Thanos pulling out. If the look on his face did not scream bloody murder at that time then it did when Thanos stuck out his hand through his window and flipped him off. We knew hell would be awaiting us when we got home but funnily enough we couldn't wait.

They say revenge is a dish best server cold and Thanos couldn't agree more with that. He was ready to give anything at that moment to rip apart everybody that looked at us with an acknowledging view of the new us, the same people who treated us like worthless piece of shit. He wanted to make them scream beg for Mercy or even death just to stop the never ending pain inflicted to them by his own hands

The trail of Thanos' thoughts seemed to exit Dragoshi a lot and I would be a lair if I said it didn't set off a spark of excitement in me.

The desire grew as Derick and his brainless ***** ooh sorry I meant girlfriend hanging off him followed by their idiotic circle of friends approach us "Cool ride" Derick implied " yeah cool ride" his dumb girlfriend seconded him no surprise there the lady couldn't think on her own to save her life.

It took all of our will power for Thanos to smile, well more like try to and say thank you. How he so whished he could run them over and over and over again but that would wait another day coz what makes hunting great it's the thrill the hunter gets when they stalk their unknowing prey watching their every moves before they pounce on them.

And our preys seemed to be falling at our feet on their own will.This is going to be easy we thought as Thanos led us to follow our soon to be "best of friends" "we are gonna make our memories shared together worth while no doubt" Dragoshi stated in a deep low malicious voice which made Thanos' lips twitch with a sweet but devilish smile. I knew they were trouble and I liked it.

Long story short the hunt had already begun and as expected we did receive a hell of a beating from my brother with Thanos and Dragoshi taking some of the pain it wasn't that bad I kinda enjoyed some of it even though I ended up passing out on the Cold kitchen. So that's why the following day I personally took the car again and this time I flipped him off not my demon twins and it felt damn good.

It wasn't a surprise that I was always broke since my dearest loving order brother 'never' unintentionally forgot to give me my monthly allowance that our parents surprisingly remembered to leave us.

If you're wondering didn't I ever try to ask nicely of my share well you bet I did but the swollen, bloody, broken nose I had to nurse for a couple of weeks taught me to keep my pretty mouth shut. And that's why Dragoshi thought it was a good time for pay back.

And apparently the plan would involve us spending most of our evening in dark alleys, shitty neighborhoods or crappy abandoned building doing the only thing I knew how to do since I grew up watching it being done. I bet you can already guess what it was.

No! I was not whoring myself to random strangers like my sister. I was too young and did not want to suffer or die from a mysterious sexual infection that the medical field had never heard of or was not prepared for. Sometimes I wonder how my sister was still alive.

So it had to be the next quick money making idea. Drug dealing. Was I working with my brother or for my brother? well none of the above. William or Willy and if you buy drugs from him that was Pablo to you how ironic isn't.

William being the stingy piece of shit he was there was no way he would let me profit from his business so that's why Dragoshi took it upon himself to be 'borrowing' some of the 'merchandise' when Willy was pissed drunk of his ***. He was the brains of the group.

Dragoshi was positively sure that willy wouldn't notice if a bit of his so not noticeable or important drugs went missing let's say, some ester c , marijuana and a few medical subscription that he got from faking a few mental illness such as ADHD, Depression and DID Just to mention a few, or which he bought from kids with the actual mental illness who were very desperate to make quick bucks. Coz anyone willing to work with my brother must be really desperate or have a death wish.

And when Dragoshi was feeling very courageous , well more like suicidal if you asked me , with a bit of push from Thanos he would often manage to unnoticeably steal a bit of cocaine and heroin on a good day.

With my brother selling his drugs at a high cost, we took it to our advantage since his own people were willing to buy drugs from us at a lower reasonable price in exchange of their silence. So I guess after all I had one thing to sincerely thank my brother for.

Thanos having a more edgy personality among the three of us he used to take charge of the exchange and Dragoshi would take over from time to time but I always stuck to the back.

Don't judge me I was still learning and i indeed learned very well.