It was midnight in London,Quiet and i had noticed someone ripe for killing. ''see when i had killed my father it was in a way an awakening of my true self''.''i want to tell you something about how i felt when i killed that man....I LOVED IT''. the sensation it was amazing so i did it more and more they never suspected it was me. it became more and more addictive the killing ya know. but then i began to feel ill at some point i went to my doctor doctor smith. He diagnosed me with cancer which had already progressed so far to where i had only a month to live. death never seemed more attractive than that day so i went on a killing spree for that last month of my life. on my second to last day  i turned my self in so i can tell this story and then i had died in their custody. My last words was that this is my conclusion, i shall be remebered.