I'm the most known serial killer, Amon Riddle, in the city, I killed over 60 people and before some days the police catched me. Know I'm sitting in a police car on the way to the courtroom. There are so much people outside and I grin. All this attention is on me... Suddenly. Finally I feel fulfilled. It's such a good feeling and I enjoy it extensively. Everyone is afraid, and their faces seek retribution. When I get out, I hear their angry voices and it's fulfilling.

I'm standing outside the courtroom waiting for the cops to take me inside when a small child runs up to me and stops right in front of me... It smiles at me... How long had it been since I had seen a smile... But why isn't it scared like all the others. It's maybe 3 and it's just smiling... So innocent. I look down at this child, confused. "Why do you have scars on your face?" it asks me. I always forget how honest children are.

"I fell down."

I'm just saying, lying is probably one of the easiest things... Although I find it a bit difficult with this child. I shake my head and look down at the child with some contempt when a young woman, perhaps in her mid-20s or late 20s, comes running towards the child. "How many times have I told you not to talk to strangers?" she asks the child, giving me a quick look of contempt. Her eyes... This color is so... So intense. I watch her and the child as police officers try to drag me into the courtroom, but I don't move an inch. I'm just watching her.