Illusions
CHAPTER 18 (Part 1)

Lord. May I see once more the scenario then? I really have lost my way. I want to know the reason why I agreed to it.

Until now there has never been anything that fits what I expected and wanted. The question then was, what exactly did I see until I chose to agree? I don't want to be like this at all, God.

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Flashback.

About 7 years ago. I was walking home from school, but a cat suddenly jumped at me leaving a scratch on my left hand.

"Dec is not pp? Sorry my cat is sensitive lately. You're not pp deck?" ask a woman in her 27s, slim body, wearing a rather tight shirt.

"I'm not pp, aunt. The cat is cute" I replied smilingly as I stroked the plain white head of the cat.

After that I leave immediately. Tomorrow, every time I walk down that street, I always glance at one of the houses to see a woman I've met before, where she always plays with her cat.

A week later, I had been observing them since a week ago. The cat always ran out of the house to meet his partner.

I was walking when I saw the cat coming out of the house, and I followed it until it would return to its owner's house, but I caught it and took it to an empty place. The cat's leg I purposely tied so that he could not escape. I let him starve for days before killing him.

"That's so hard of you. You better die. Hm the wound due to the scratch you also still have a mark on my hand. Hm, so. sorry yes, I can't forgive you" I said, pouting.

Then my hand immediately hit his head with a medium-sized stone. After that I threw away the body of the cat.

The owner continued to search for his cat for days, but he still could not find it.

My hands are full of cat blood, and then I smile sweetly. I don't know why my heart is pounding, I feel like I want to do it again. And well, ever since then I've been killing street cats.

The next day, after I killed those street cats. I accidentally saw someone wearing a black robe kill a human, and then I cheered to peek at every movement of his hand. My eyes sparkled while my lips smiled when I saw that. I don't know why I got so excited when I saw that.

Snooping on the psychopath has become my new hobby, leading me to keep killing more cats every day. I also had time to follow the psychopath so I know where his home address and identity are.

Inside my house, my mother was collecting dirty clothes. He saw bloodstains on my school shirt.

"Ra, baby. Brother, where is brother?" call Mom.

"Yes mother" I replied slightly shouting from inside Tiya's room.

"Sister here bentar. Mother wants nanya" said my mother a little scream.

"Wait for big brother huh" I said to Tiya, he nodded and continued drawing.

In my room, my mother checked every inch of my school shirt. I looked at him with a flat expression, then gave a small sigh in annoyance.

"Yes mother, why?" ask me with a cheerful face.

"Darling this on your shirt is blood. Brother is papa? Brother's not hurt, is he?" my mother asked with an anxious look.

"I'm not papa mom. Em, it's just my blood, yesterday the finger he hurt kept getting on my shirt" I replied smiling.

"really? Let's take a look here" my mother said, immediately checking my entire body. And I kept smiling.

"Hmm, no injuries. Be careful, dear. Mother does not want a sister to the wound. Em, um, sister Temen got hurt because of what?" my mother asked in a soft tone.

"Em, (imagining when killing a cat) his hand hit the mother ruler, because the ruler is a bit tajem" I answered still smiling sweetly.

"Hm, sister be careful, don't get hit too" said my mother rubbed my hair.

A few weeks later. My father's business went bankrupt because of the Milstone family until a gripping night that took everything from me. Where my father accidentally killed my mother and sister, then I killed my father out of annoyance.

After I killed my own father, I was always guilty. Am I really doing it? I was really crazy that night. I also became a more quiet person than usual, always daydreaming. Until I met Greysie. Slowly the joy began to return to my face, but it did not last long. I became my old self after learning that my father's idea was taken by the Milstone family and they were the main cause of all my family members dying. They destroyed everything.

After killing my own father. I then went to the residence of a psychopath I had seen before while carrying my father's palm. Before I got to his place, I called the police. At that time there was no one in his house, because the psychopath was away to find his prey.

A few minutes later, the police came to his house. While the psychopath also just arrived, his steps stopped when he saw the palm of the hand and immediately took it. The cop who just arrived saw the psychopath holding the palm of a human hand, which belonged to my father.

While in my house there were also many people who had gathered, the police also immediately calmed me down and asked me subtly for information, of course that was because I was about 12 years old.

After knowing the truth behind the destruction of my family that made me a murderer of my own father. It really made me so angry that I decided to disappear for a while. By the time I had finished pondering everything, I was also prepared with a grand plan. Earlier I had investigated the Milstone family and I decided to take advantage of it.

They always kill people who do not want to be invited to cooperate with their company even to preserve the limbs of their victims just for sheer pleasure because they think it is a big victory that must be always in the memory.

Unlike my father, the Milstones didn't want to kill him because they wanted my father to suffer, they also wanted my father to realize that it was all his fault.

My plan was to kill all the bad guys and bestow all the blame on the Milstone family, after all they also often killed people and preserved the limbs of their victims just for their own pleasure.

So, uh, I had to make this serial murder case very popular so that the president and the country get involved because of the insistence of the citizens so that the Milstone family company could be destroyed and they couldn't do much because they had to fight the president as well the country. Even I also killed the child of the prime minister, the reason is simple because the son of the president had hit someone but gave the wrong to a taxi driver so that the family of the taxi driver suffered in the demand by the family of the victim of the collision.

After I get back. I followed all the plans I had made before. I killed all the bad guys. Those who corrupt, torture people, bully people, and those who behave depraved will be my targets.

Such bad guys are perfectly suited to be my prey. Many people who support my actions even they give the nickname A Good-Cautious Devil to me. Not a few people who condemn my actions, they want me immediately arrested and sentenced to prison. But everything wasn't that easy, my plan was really mature and I was so meticulous that I never left a trace of murder, even if there was a trace I left behind, it was because I did it on purpose.

(Plot Genesis Chapter 1). On the night of Simon Hiller's murder, I was in a forest surrounding an elite housing estate where I was dragging on someone who was none other than Simon Hiller, the manager of Mekar J's company.

I saw him walk out of a five-star hotel. After that I followed the car. Arriving on a quiet street I immediately plugged my car gas to precede his car, then stopped suddenly in front of him.

"Ciiiiiii.it...........!"

"Siall, who is this guy" inner Simon Hiller, he immediately got out of the car.

"Hey! Exit you! whoareyou?! is it crazy?!" simon asked, shouting at the car in front of him.

Slowly the door of my car opened and I got out of my car. Simon Hiller's eyes were immediately blown away when he saw me, when he looked very angry, but after seeing me he immediately fell silent while looking at me.

I was wearing a black robe that covered my whole body except my face. But he kept staring at my face, precisely at my lips and neck after I opened my hood.

"Who are you?" ask Simon slowly.

"Em," pursed his lips, "I'm Cara Callsita" I replied, smiling as he reached out.

Simon Hiller reached out to shake hands with me. A smile continued to carve his face while his hands instantly felt my soft skin, and I just smiled at him.

When he did not see me again, my face immediately turned into a cold expression.

"How much are you?" simon asked, palpating my hand up until it felt softly to my neck while I just smiled.

"Em, I'm 19. Where is the house?" I still smile.

"Haah, you're so young for sure." she said brought herself closer to me.

"What is it about?" I give you a sweet look.

"Em, you must still be ****. The house is in a beautiful housing, why? you wanna come over there?" the tan felt part of my back.

Our faces were getting closer while my hands were on his chest to block it from hitting because he was pulling me to him. His hands were wrapped around his back and waist. While I also brought my face closer to her, making her look very lustful to kiss me.

As my face drew closer to his, I immediately plunged my face into his ear and whispered.

"I can go to your house, can't I?" I whispered slowly while smiling.

After I whispered, he immediately hugged me tightly while fingering my back. While my hand that had taken the knife earlier from the bag of my robe immediately grasped the knife tightly with a cold gaze.

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