I am a psychopath, I'm a killer
I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer
A psychopath, I'm a killer
A psychopath, I'm a killer

Feelin' it in the air, breathe it in the night
Sayin' I'm a killer
Did you ever think we would come to find?
Maybe in my dreams
~

Eminem, Yelawolf, Royce Da 5'9", Slaughterhouse ( Psychopath Killer)

1

It was almost cold outside, the lawn was wet with mud and water. But in the night time you could almost slip your way towards the porch and smash your head on the proper brick played decorative wall around the small plant and then you would be dead in seconds, Rainy nights just give you that fright. Inside the house, a woman was pacing around her house. Dinner was cooked but it was hardly anything you'd want to eat. A small House enough to accommodate two, but only one lived in it, the bedroom lights were on, a small pinkish coloured bedroom all the clothes lay messed up on the bed, Tops and Shirts, Coats and Jeans, Underwear's and Bra's everything just thrown out off the cupboard and onto the bed, the bedsheets smelled of Rose or some perfume. The owner of the house wasn't at all a well kept lady, indeed, as she now ate her small meal with little attention her mother , if she was alive, might have scolded her for it. But for Charlotte it didn't matter, the messed up bedroom, magazines' laying here and there in living room today mornings spilled coffee on tea table had not been wiped and not it lay there as a stinking mark, or stain as woman put it. The similar kind of mark had been made into Charlottes mind, who placed her half-eaten food plate into the sink where there were already about a dozen of dishes and utensils kept. She was frowning and sweating, Something she was missing? or something she felt?. She couldn't tell

She continued to pace the kitchen with a mug of coffee in her hand, Pondering and pondering... Searching for something unknown or Known but forgotten. She sat down on chair, her legs ached from walking past one hour. She began to go through her phone, there was a message from Rachel telling her to come down to Austin. She made a mental note to text her tomorrow morning. She closed her phone and closed her eyes because she need to see... she wanted to dive deep into the memories of herself.

' I have to find him...' she thought, It had been 10 years since she saw him again and in so much worse condition. She saw the picture of him in her mind, that dreadful, awful smile. She knew this wasn't him... Not him at all. There was so much to cover, She missed him and her geeky talks, Why? she didn't know, she just did. She inhaled a deep breath causing and pleading her shocked mind to relax. She placed her head back and she began to see her teenage self in the school.

Blonde hairs tied in two pigtails, big circular glasses, small timid body but a smile ..always smile on face. It was fake, obviously but she didn't liked been talked behind her back that she didn't smile. Her two years of middle school had been somewhat of a years spent happy. She wasn't much into her class groups which were mainly, Book Nerds, Bad Boys, Bad girls, Talkative girls also not in those good and obedient girls who just study and study all day. She was mostly to herself her favourite hobby was observing. Observing the people, How they talk, With whom they talked, What they talked Etcetera.

Her High class had been good, better than the previous ones, Because that's when it happened, The sign, The Mark, The unique. Ryan had never been with her in any classes nor did she know him before. She was busy talking about how that new boy in the class was all mushy and boring, She liked to get involved when the subject was something she knew very well about. He was sitting a table aside to her , making notes of some kind. He had a story book ( Novel) in one hand and pencil in other. She had dismissed him as a book nerd but now something was peculiar. No kid or Book Nerd she ever saw was making notes of a story. What sort of person does that? She looked at him, immersed in his own work he did not lookback at all. She knew that her looking was not going to affect him so putting on that fake smile again she asked politely.

" What are you doing?", The Boy looked at her and that's where she first saw his face, Rectangular spectacles, big nose, straight face and uncombed hairs but not messy.

" Um... I am making notes of this story" he replied and continued his work,

' Showing no interest in talk' she thought but she pressed on, maybe she could get to know him more.

" Which Section were you in?" she asked,

" Section B" he said without looking up,

' This ones got guts to not look at me' she thought,

" What's your name?" she asked,

" Ryan Holster, anything else?" he asked looking up, but something paused in between them, It was time, time had paused as he gazed her with those camera like eyes, he smiled and put forward his hand, Charlotte felt awkward but it's okay, these nerds are nothing but dung bungs. She said,

" I am Charlotte, Which book are you reading?" she asked showing some interest,

" Pit and Pendulum" he said and showed her the book, she looked at it with much disinterest, however Ryan wasn't done talking, she had just found out the key to make him talk, Books.

" It's an awesome novella, I mean like Dracula is good but Bram Stoker was like after him, E. A Poe is like the master of writing horror, I have read H.P Lovecraft but he writes Sci-fi not disrespecting he also so good, the colour out of space just made me shiver, Have you read Stephen King? He is like a goddamn machine... Such a superb author..." and on and on he went, Charlotte got surprised and also kind of soft... not everybody talked so much about book not even her nerdy boyfriend she left the previous year.

" Where do you live? Library?" she asked after he stopped after 3-4 minutes, He chuckled and said

" No I live in Rose Hill, Maryland." he said.

Charlotte now opened her eyes... thinking... Maryland. She had also been brought up in Maryland. Is it possible? She thought. Slowly she woke up, It could be Right? Sometimes when people don't find peace in the place don't they go to their hometown? Isn't it possible?. She thought for a moment, quickly getting up, she began pacing again, scratching her head, looking for solution.

' It could be possible... I can maybe meet him their, then I can talk to him make him come alive, maybe I could make him confess" she thought, ' Yes. I can do it, I can reach him, I can meet him and even if he is not there, I'll track him down... Ryan Holster you are not going anywhere... not on my watch' she decided. Quickly she began gathering her clothes and stuffing them in her suitcase, where another thought occurred, She needed to undercover. She thought for a while but smirked and got up and packed again.

She got ready in half an hour and dragged her suitcase out of the house, putting on glasses and hoodie, she dragged the case to a bus-stop and waited. She had a plan. A plan which would be executed in a way even Rachel will smile at her. She was ready.

2

It was windy in Washington. It swept the place picking away the dirt and the scum which was too bold to stand against it, people having coats and scarfs were still walking doing there errands not at all thinking what lay beneath this city of bustling life. People were jogging in early morning of this day. Running with their headphones on cutting themselves from the outside world and dwelling deep into their own. A local shopkeeper had arrived at his shop, he rubbed his hands together as the wind blew cold, Runner came along walking in half-sleeves and shorts,

" Bloody show offs, they think they are strong roaming half nude and then getting into 30 degree warm water" mummered the shopkeeper. He looked up, the shop banner said John's Repair Shop, He noticed the fading paint, 15 years of repairing and fixing began flashing over his eyes, He had done his degree in electrical but knew some basic stuff about these new gadgets and little bit of plumbing, so impress by his own abilities he had purposely made a small sign which he kept inside of his shop, it said, Plumbing, Mobiles and Laptop repairing also done. It had cost him 5 bucks to do so, he always remembered the price. Fumbling with the keys; as his hands were shaking constantly because John wasn't rich enough to buy a heater, he unlocked the shutter and with a heave and a hoe he pulled it up like it was a 50 tonne rock and he was Hercules.

( CRRRRAAAKK)

There came a sound, a small sound like somebody opened a door with rusted hinges, John looked around, everything was silent. There were no people who were outside, the milk bottle and the newspaper sat on the ground like small children, upset that they were currently of no use and later people would use them like they were slaves of 19th century. John paid little attention to it and dismissed the idea as just a stroke of a wind. He unlocked the entrance door to his small shop which brought him just enough money to buy his essentials and also some logs for fire but the latter was rare. He opened the door and

( CCCCRRRRAAAAAKKK)

He heard the sound again, He looked almost instantly, the leaves had settled down from their usual jostling, he looked at the street... Nothing. Misty Fog lay between his eyes and the road beyond, who would know what the misty fog hides. John again just went for his own business, opening the shop door and jamming it shut, because nobody came in the 7 of morning, the transparent glass shuddered. Inside was some warmth like the one you get when you enter an open pizza shop that faint hot feeling and the smell of olives and oregano. Presently our over buffed repairman went for his light board and switched them on, they gave light with a flicker in them. John looked around and found the small tattered old heater neatly kept in a glass panel stuffed with other things and extra tools. He took it out with a glee,

" Fancy a bit o' heat" he said and laughed, he connected it to a pug-in and it began to make some strange sound before it started giving heat, John pulled his chair which was slightly bend from sitting and began reading his newspaper he got from the newspaper boy down the lane. Then he looked out of the window and saw a strange sight, a hovering head, he squinted his eyes and to his shock the head began to grow, up and up and up, now he could see him just almost as a silhouette, tall and broad, wearing a hat and a long coat, John could make out from the glittering light that that man wore specs but it was not that which surprised him many people passed day-by-day in a very absurd fashion but what made him jump and question him was that, that man seem to have,

" Grew outta the groun' " He squeaked. he grew tall upto a certain height and began moving forward, towards John Repair Shop, towards John-boast-a-lot. John's spine gave a shiver, he got up and began to move towards the door, he smelled problem, the man was still coming towards him, John clenched his fists into a tight ball of fat still looking at the advancing man but LO!.

The man disappeared! just with a whisper of a wind, John frowned and walked towards the door and there was no man in sight, he looked right and then to left but no man, where did the man go?. Puzzled John moved towards the street and began looking for the source of the arrival of the man, he got near the point where he had seen his head been, he stomped the ground.

(THUNK!)

There came a sound, sound of something hollow, John bent down to get a better look, it was a sewer door lying flat on the ground,

'He came from that?' thought John, he opened it and

' MY GOD!' he thought, ' What the ever living scum was there!! What is this smell!! YUCK!'

The smell, as John thought, was of dead and decaying plants and animals but in it somewhere the was a strange smell. A medicine sort of smell... like that of the alcohol based medicine pills give out or that sort of smell which comes out of your mouth when you take Aspirin. John always called it ' The Hospital Smell', He slammed the door shut and looked towards the direction the man disappeared.

' Some police cop? A Junkie?' He couldn't tell, he shrugged his shoulders and went inside the shop, keeping an eye on the pothole, he began reading his newspaper.

3

( One, two, Buckle my shoe )

Ryan rolled over, The flight was about to land. Soon he will be able to meet his abuser, the one who wants to dig Ryan's grave and just push him inside the ground all tied from mouth to toes and just shut him up alive inside the Earth and then just smash a engraved rock which would smash his head in two like an egg. He had been sweating again, calming a little he opened his eyes.

Amy was fast asleep, she looked like a fierce fighter taking a nap before the final battle. Ryan looked out of the window, the city was all visible, in-between some clouds gathered and hid the city, He smiled at the beautiful state, that evil voice inside was had now subsided and Ryan was thankful for that.

' The state I grew' He thought, Somehow he was beginning to see his mother and father. Janine Holster and Samuel Holster. He could see them all together on a park bench, His dad was a short man with greyish blonde hair and a big nose, small mouth and black beady eyes. His mother was her perfect mama, black haired middle heighted woman with body of a bull all strong and muscular.

He could see her mother holding his hand while with the other he ate his ice-cream, singing something he couldn't quite remember. Amy stirred, Ryan looked at her a thought came to him something he must have read or heard. ' True beauty can only be seen when someone is asleep'.

( Three, four, Knock at the door;)

The airhostess announced the landing, the plane tilted down after a while, they were told to put on their seat belts and no one was allowed to go to the bathroom. Only the last part of it Ryan winced, He had to go to the bathroom.

' Hold it together Holster' he thought, but he couldn't it could just slip outside any minute. He closed his eyes and began to think of something different, another topic a quite topic. But the pressure had build upon with such quickness, he had to squeeze his buttocks together to hold his urine in the bladder,

' Just a few minutes and then you can use the airport bathroom' he said to himself, Amy looked at him, now woken up. She saw him clutching the arm-rest of the seat tightly with eyelids screwed shut. She got worried, was this another one of his symptoms? Did he have any symptoms? Does he have any disease? she began to think, she placed her hand on his,

" Are you okay?" she said, Ryan almost lost the control and looked shocked but never the less replied

" Yeah... I am... Fine" he was panting, Amy dared not speak again because Ryan's eyes were getting that crazy look.

'Just hold it for 5 freaking minutes' he thought, now memories began to float by, Him with his mother on a Cannes trip, Him and his parents at the Circus, all the memories all the happy memories began to make him relaxed and happy, making him relieved but the instant danger and utter shamefulness gripped him and kicked him in the ribs. A sudden anger began bursting in a matter of urgency was a stake.

Amy was getting nervous and nervous second-by-second, her heart was thumping like hammer in chest, she watched him struggle violently with himself; something she had never seen before. Amy was becoming true to one theory of hers that, Ryan had some kind of a disease. Something which he hid away from the rest of the world. Seeing him other people also began to think but what was their mind, they didn't want to get involved in someone acting like a total lunatic. A little boy watched Ryan nervously from his seat. Ryan looked at that boy, the boy began to go down but kept his eyes on him. Ryan was getting cranky, Crazy thoughts started roaming in his mind,

' What are you doing?' came a familiar voice, Whose voice? He looked up at the boy, didn't that boy looked just like him? Itty bitty wee litter boy he was... Or maybe the boy looked like Matthew, Yes.. definitely him, the nose was the same and the eyes also... could it be? Matthew was really infront of me?. He launched himself on the seat before him, the boy scurried back to his seat, Ryan's face popped up from behind like a dangerous beast ready to devour them,

( Five, six, Pick up sticks;)

" Matthew? aren't you Matthew Capaldi? You were in St. Mary with me and... me and?" he said, the man sitting nearly jumped out of his skin and frantically pulled his wife and child together, Ryan looked at them, He was smiling and sweating, that monstrous smile was back and this time saliva dripped from his mouth as he smiled.

" You are Matthew aren't you ANSWER ME GOD DAMMIT!!" he screamed,

( RYAN!)

Why wasn't he responding, he could clearly see Matthew Capaldi in front of him but why wasn't he answering!. He felt a pull coming but he kept his eyes fixed on him,

" It's me! Your friend and you arch-enemy, It's ME ! Matthew.. it's RYAN FREAKING HOLSTER ANSWER ME" he screamed again,

( RYAN! Come back)

" Don't you have a mouth man, you blabbed all day long about how you could do this and how you could do that... Huh? What happened now?" he said and laughed, he fell down on the floor, Memories still stuck down on that day, Head on his mothers lap and in one hand his ice-cream, he laughed and giggled on the floor,

( Ryan, Oh my god, RYAN!! CAN YOU HEAR ME)

Ryan still laughed as though cherishing the moment, he wriggled like a worm on the floor, His stomach hurt as if somebody kicked it hard and tight. He still laughed,

' How many years passed before I laughed like this!! Mama!! and Papa!! My parents... we were so happy!! I wanna live here in this moment.. I never wanna leave them' he began thinking,

( SOMEBODY CALL FOR HELP)

He could hear the distant voice of his mother,

" Seven, eight, Lay them straight..." She said with a smile, Ryan clapped his hand now like a small child he was. Everyone on the plane was looking at him now, but did he care, NO!. He Laughed and laughed until the pressure released... like a fountain it blasted out and like paint it spread all over his legs, Everyone gasped.

( SOMEBODY PLEASE CALL THE DOCTOR!!)

" Nine, ten, A big fat hen.." said his mama, tears came out of his eyes now laughing madly, just laughing because, Who cares if you laugh or not? Who cares what others think? Just laugh it... All your anger just laugh it out.

" Hen mama!! You said the small bird..." he said and laughed like a little boy, In all of this chaos the plane had landed, the Airhostess went straight to get the doctors, Amy sat with Ryan holding her hand , holding him for his dear life and with a cross in her hand she was mumbling,

"Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee; blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. ... Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners." She repeated this while scared to death, one moment Ryan had swung so hard, he almost tore his seat belt, She had never had such a bad dream... never. Never Ever.

The doctors arrived and the plane had emptied out by this time. They came in rushing with a stretcher with them. The Docs lifted him up, Ryan was still squirming as if he was a 5 year old. They checked for his pulse, it was racing like a rocket, they began to place him still, then suddenly a doctor's hand got hold of his right elbow, he nearly squished it and a sudden pain inflicted in Ryan making his go more than mad now, he wasn't just losing it... He had lost it.

The memories began to change, a sudden hard jerk he felt, he turned to his father, but his face, OH dear sweet god his neck was cut! His throat all slit and nearly tipping of his neck, Ryan could see blood gushing out of it, Red and black. He could see those open veins squirting all of the blood. His eyes going haywire, moving with out any sense and one of it just popped out spilling all the yellowish substance, Ryan began to scream, he began to shift towards his mother but a needle like nail pierced his arm, Ryan screamed again in agony and horror, He looked back his mothers face wasn't her at all, she was like molten body, Ryan could almost see her skull up close, he could see her veins carrying blood towards the brain, she smiled at him and when she did it most of the blood spilled out, through little Ryan's angle it looked like the blood was all over, the adult Ryan jerked himself as if avoiding the blood, he fell down on the ground hard hitting the carpet floor with his head, he began to struggle free from the doctors.

He could feel the stinking bodies of their parents coming from behind, he could hear his mother literally screaming,

" Eleven, twelve, Dig and delve;

Thirteen, fourteen, Maids a-courting;

Fifteen, sixteen, Maids in the kitchen;

Seventeen, eighteen, Maids in waiting

Nineteen, twenty, My plate's empty"

He looked back and they were coming, " Raaayyaaaaaannnn!!" whispered his dad, half of his head was smashed in making his skull come forward, his brain were visible, his hands were bones with veins and muscles no skin, His mother was the most horrific, No eyes at all she ran towards him, her hair streaked with blood, her nose missing, her fingers twisted in an insane manner,

" Why mother!!?" He screamed, the doctors struggled to hold him, his parents were coming closer!!

" Let me go!" he said,

( Closer )

The doctors pulled him behind,

( Closer)

They were almost at arms length when,

' Run!' said the evil voice, A blast of energy exploded within Ryan and the doctors crashed on the floor, Ryan ran through the exit as fast he could, now there was a dog behind him, large brown with red eyes and long nails, it's mouth wanting the taste of the tasty flesh of Ryan, Amy ran behind him. But something or someone pulled Amy, Ryan could see a black gloved hand seize her and away from him. Ryan couldn't stop he ran and ran.

He ran until he arrived at a park, a park with lots of people around, happy people. He panted deeply and gulped as much air as possible, he sat down on the bench, drench with sweat, tears and some blood which was because of the scratch that had came when a doctor held him back. He turned around and saw everything was gone, but that awful sight... it had lodged into his memory, He turned his head towards his right and he could see the White House.

5

Rachel and her Team had reached Austin. The new headquarters were good, even better than those back at Sacramento. Rachel had arrived first in the morning in the office, the rules here were strict and nobody could act before they had enough evidence. An Iron Hard Rule. Rachel had gone through the file of Ryan again, but nothing of importance had occurred, His mother had been a Spy at Government and his father was a famous scientist. Nothing shady in it, she hoped to get a better grip of the case when in Austin. Today was her official first day at Austin HQ. She had gone to her table and sat quietly until her rest of the team arrived,

" Everything good Agent?" asked a woman, the Iron Ruler, Margret Guthrie. Rachel looked at her and nodded,

" Yes, ma'am" she replied. Just as soon Andrew arrived, he was worried and shocked both at a time. He nearly staggered when he tripped over the mop,

" Boss.... Boss, you've got to see this" he said, Rachel looked at him,

" Andrew calm down okay, here have some water" she said, Andrew drank half-bottle,

" I told you about the gasoline murderer, it's not him. Oliver from the county talked to many people in the building of the first murder, they all said that it was a man with a tall coat and spectacles, one of them described them enough and.." he showed the sketch, it was the same man our John-boast-a-lot had seen. Rachel nodded, she herself had been thinking about it, the job was sloppy and all the murder pointing at Ryan seemed a little too much but she still needed evidence to believe.

" I sent the sketch to Grace, she did an identity trace and it's only 10% match" said Andrew, Rachel took it, then Andrew spoke

" We've got to find Ryan he might be innocent--" but he was interrupted by Margret,

" No suspect is innocent Agent, I believe we all know that very well" Andrew began to speak but thought not to instead,

" Yes. ma'am" he said, other team had arrived they all supported Andrew but Margret had seen something because when Rachel asked if they could arrange some people to search for Ryan in Washington, Margret had immediately spoken,

" I see you have developed a liking to Ryan" , Rachel frowned,

" No ma'am, I just think we need to talk to him. If you could just let us move to Maryland for this case and then..." said Rachel, Margret had that stern face. So Rachel kept quite and reduced to her office. She had a clear view of things but she still needed hard evidence. She decided to let her thoughts be and continue to her work. She found out that Ryan was spotted on the airplane and her suspicion became very close to innocence. She decided to talk about it in the evening, Margret will make arrangements for them to leave for Washington.

Evening had dawned, it was almost dark, no winds but Rachel could still fear what may be out there. Then all the three members had burst into her office with a laptop and a very sorrow look, They placed the laptop before her and clicked play,

" Bringing you to a new update.." a black woman was speaking before the White House, " The recently popular and notorious Psychopath, Ryan Holster has been captured and is being imprisoned until jury decides on his case..." Rachel had only heard this much and she looked at all them and she knew, She now knew Ryan Holster was completely, entirely innocent. She gasped and said,

" Shit."

6

Charlotte had asked every person, every beggar in Sacramento and had flown to Washington, the fastest flight took 6 hours, She had reached Washington at evening and her people which she kept a very little contact had told her something, a message.

" Something is going on in sewers" was the message, She had hired a cab and went to a hotel and she had heard about Ryan. All the world came crashing down, she had never felt such anger inside her as she did now, She still believed Ryan was innocent but her only hope and clue was Sewers. She began to search around enough to talk to the most wanted beggars, she did find one, wrapping a $10 note with a paper note she gave it to him and left. The information will arrive soon.

7

Ryan had hid down into the a waste land near a water body, he shivered and cried silently, a slow anger was developing inside him. A sinister anger. His breath was not in patterns but in breaks and spasms, that horrendous sight!!, He had lain quietly and waiting for people to clear out of the white house, he needed to go inside, a desperation came on him. He had dosed off in the land until it was evening. He had woken up again but he felt weak and helpless, a suffocation fixed upon him,

'What is this!!? Why is this Happening?' he thought, he clutched his throat, his windpipe was becoming smaller and smaller, squishing and cutting away his breath.

" WOOF!!" came a sound, the villainous dog had returned. Ryan turned behind and looked at him, that wretched creature, his eyes were deep blue, it had somehow turned black bearing his yellow-blood soaked fangs at him he began running towards him!.

Ryan fumbled helplessly, the dog was coming, He gripped at a shard of glass and held on to it for protection but,

' Help!' he thought desperately, he wanted to get out but his legs slipped constantly. The dog was coming at him, it's mouth wide open. He began to run across the length of the river, pleading and praying. His voice became shrill, his eyes bulged, he was not able to breath,

' Please god!!!' his thoughts screamed, he ran straight across and crossed the bridge, the dog still following him making him, stumble and fell on ground. He arrived at the White House.

No person roamed around it, he looked behind the dog was gone, his lips split and bloody. Shirt torn, One of the guards spotted him and came towards him. Anger bubbled inside Ryan like molten lave, He had just witnessed the most horrible death of his parents and had lost Amy and was accused of being a Psychopath,

" Sir, may tell you.." STAB!, the glass shard went inside the guard like butter with knife, Slowly the bloody trickled out on his hand, Ryan was laughing again, Laughing crazily,
"You did this to me!!" He said, suddenly the face of the guard looked like Matthew, then it transformed to Karen. Anger and frustration blasted like volcano.

" This One is from me!!" he said as the guard went down, he jumped on the guard and began stabbing,

" THIS IS FOR AMY'

( STAB)

" THIS IS FOR MY MOTHER"

( STAB) , Intestines were now visible, Ryan removed them and laid it on the ground. Another guard approached him, with a swing of the shard Ryan had made a clean cut into his throat,

" THIS ONE IS FOR EVERYTHING YOU DID" he said and began jumping on the next cop and stabbing him in a rapid frensy. The guards formed around and so did the spectators all looking horrified by the crime,

" LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPON!!" screamed the guard,

" You want a taste of it!!" shrieked Ryan.

" LAY DOWN THE WEAPON AND ON THE GROUND" said the cop, Ryan advanced towards the cop and

WHAM!!

One of the Cops swung his gun on his ribs, Ryan fell on the ground, the shard broke away, Ryan began to suffocate himself tp death,

" Just kill me!!" he screamed but soon he was handcuffed and taken into custody.

" The wheels on the bus go round and round

Round and round

Round and round

The wheels on the bus go round and round

All through the town" Said Ryan, In a shrill voice, Laughing crazily as ever.

Okay Readers.... For some this Chapter might get a bit gross but this is necessary... Believe me,
I will be bringing more to this Novella and see if we can cross our veiws over 1k.
It's a wish people.
Good bye! And Take Care! Meet you again! Very soon!.