Paul woke up at about 8:30 like he does every morning, he put on his normal outfit blue collared shirt and light brown pants, he refused to wear anything else.
He went to work and started talking to his colleagues about what they saw on the news. ¨man the world just keeps getting worse and worse as the days go by¨ said John, one of Paul's best friends since the 4th grade. Paul agreed but tried to make the topic light and make a joke of it, Paul never liked to think negatively, he always had a positive mindset. Work got over about 5:00 pm and everyone went home, everyone except paul, he liked to stay later and fix stuff, he liked everything perfect everything had to be in place. Paul walked out of the building at 8:00pm. Paul walked to his car, his trunk was full so he had nowhere to put his stuff.
Paul had a split personality disorder and would sometimes think about things he shouldn't, he breaths in and out trying to forget the thoughts but he kept thinking about the things John said about the world and how he didnt like it. Paul wanted to make the world as he intended and wants things to be the right way or how he wants them, he couldnt get rid of the thoughts, the thoughts of killing John in brutal ways, getting rid of the thing that's standing in the way of the world being the way he wants.
Paul started to his car and opened his trunk and took out his knife. He called his friend john asking to come by for a drink, ¨yeah of course¨ said john. Paul got out of his car but at this point it wasn't paul anymore, he looked up at the streetlights and how they were shining down on him as if he was an angel descending from heaven ¨this is the right thing to do¨ paul thought to himself and walked up and knocked on the door. John opened the door and Paul took his knife out of his pocket ¨this is my favorite knife, I want you to have it¨ Paul said, ¨thank you so much Paul it so nice¨ john said ¨please come in don't just stand out there, i'll get us some whiskey¨ said john.
Paul sat on the couch while John brought out the whiskey, once it was poured Paul made conversation with John talking about work, life, and how they were doing. John had excused himself go to the restroom, Paul got out a small bottle and poured it into John's drink. When john had gotten back he took a sip and they kept talking for 5 more minutes, john started to go pale then he died in pauls lap. Paul took his knife out of john's pocket and started to carve into john's body, 1 hour later Paul placed John's body into his bed and left.
Paul went to sleep, and woke up at 8:30 and put on his favorite blue collared shirt and light brown pants and went to work. Paul had arrived at work the same time he always does, he went to his desk that he always kept clean, one of his work buddys asked him if he knew were john was, ¨he never comes late¨ said rick, one of his work friends. ¨I dont know¨ said Paul, ¨ok thanks anyways¨ said rick, as rick was about to leave he accidentally spilled Pauls cup of coffee wich left a light brown stain on his perfect desk, Paul stared at his desk for 1 minute in a rage, but it wasnt expressed on his face but his eyes grew wide and his rage was slowly coming out. Paul asked to talk to Rick after work ¨sure¨ said rick. Paul went on with his day but he didnt stay early as he usually does, he went up to rick after everyone had left and he took a thumb tack out of his pocket and pricked rick on the had, the thumb tack was coated in a heat attack inducing substance, Paul took a look at the street light and how beautifle the ground looked when it was lit up and knew he was doing this because it was the right thing to do, Paul apologized to rick and they both went home, Rick had a heart attack and died in his sleep. Paul enterd ricks home into his room and carved into ricks body and put him back into his bed. Paul went home and went to sleep except tonight he didnt go to bed the time he usually does, he was going mad, his alternate personality was taking over his own mind, and body. Paul woke up but this time he slept in and put on different clothes he felt as if he had broken out of a cycle he had been traped in for years. He put on a plain white shirt and black pants, today he showed up to work late. ¨Paul why are you so late¨ said jeremy, pauls boss. Jeremy was a normal buissness man old, grumpy, and almost always in a bad mood, paul and jeremy never fully got along, paul usally kept to him self and jeremy did the same. ¨sorry boss, my alarm didnt go off¨ said paul, ¨dont give me that crap, i said get to work¨ said jeremy. Paul was mad at this point and was already thinking of a plan, ever since birth paul was different he was the smartest in his class, and could figure out a way to outsmart anyone, he couldthink of a plan within 2 to 3 seconds. That night paul didnt do anything to jeremy didnt even try to hurt him, but he did follow him home, for the next three days paul stocked jeremy, what time he went to bed, time he wakes up, and the kind of clothes he wears. Jeremy had gone to sleep and paul knew he was asleep one look at his watch and he knew jeremy was asleep. Paul set up his sniping equipment up on a rooftop and he aimed he took 5 seconds to stay aimed, he took a look at the street light and recognized what he was turning into but he knew it was to late to go back to the man he was before. Paul took the shot, the bullet went throught the windo and into jeremys head, Paul stayed low for another 1 minute before he packed up his stuff, police arived but paul was gone before they could even see jeremys body. That night paul never went to sleep, he stayed awake pondering about the lives he had taken and why they desrved to be killed. The days pass and paul stays in his home occasionally coming out to get food. A week passed and he finally went back to work, ¨Paul were have you been, we have all been so worried.¨ said one of pauls co workers. ¨ïve been trying to get the deaths of our boss and my friends off my mind,im sorry i worried you¨ said paul. A police officer had enterd into the building in wich paul works, ¨im here to interveiw some of you about the deaths of john catcher, rick comfelt, and jeremy white¨ said the officer. The officer knew it was paul, the police had already caught on. Paul was later arrested by the police after work. A month passes by and Paul enters the courtroom, paul sits next to his lawyer, ¨your honor, my client suffers from a split personality dissorder and a severe case of autism and OCD, my client isnt in a good mental state, he dosent have any purchase records of any guns in any store under his name or anyone affiliated with him¨ said pauls lawyer. 4 hours pass and paul was found not guilty by the judge. He walked out as if he was the victim. That same night paul had snuck into the judges home and stabbed her. The police found the body laying in her bed with 7 stab wounds in the abdomin and chest, the officer knew it was paul, ¨he wanted to get caught, to make the perfect courtcase and be set free, he was never insane and never had any record of a mental disability on any file¨ said the officer.
The officer was right paul never had any disability, he never killed to form the world in a way he wanted to see it, he killed for the soul reason that he could, paul had changed his identity and moved to a diffrent state and start up his deadly act once more, Paul knew it would work, he wanted to kill for a reason, the reason that he had the free will to kill the people he wanted, all for the soul reason that he could. It was the perfect crime, Paul was never seen again, at least nobody under the name of paul only tyler. He started his plans once aging claiming more lives than before, never to get caught, Paul had grew old but a part of him was sad, "he wept, for there were no more worlds to conquer". The only time he has ever been seen after that, was standing underneath the glowing beauty, of the streetlights.