“My daddy had the same sickness. He said it was a blood sickness and it comes on slow, like slick, slow poison and it starts in the heart, and the heart it pumps that sickness in the blood, into every cell, into every place. You can try and fight it, but it’s overpowering. I wake in the night and everything’s on fire; my head, my body, the world. Even the air shakes with it. I have been angry for so long, but there’s a light you know, up ahead, I’ve seen it. Once I get my revenge, maybe, just maybe, it will all end.”

“And what if it doesn’t? What if the fire is still raging? If it’s a sickness, like you say, it won’t go away. What will you do then?”

“What would you do?”

“I’d keep on going until the fire burned me to the ground.”


Serial Killer by MD Art