How to be one by profession? I’ve no idea. I guess it could all be done; there you have a lonesome victim target, plotted scene, clueless evidences made, killing experiences from childhood, and among others.
I wonder now, what if I did take this route of brutality in my life. As a kid I have these memories of doing evil things in my hometown province - Las Navas, Northern Samar. And I just realized by now that my acts were all ferocious, ruthless, cruel, relentless and merciless to add up. I regret not I did these all for it delights me after having so. Sa sobrang dami nga I could lost in counting, though I can name some few of them and here are the fondest.
1) Hunted and killed ducklings from our neighbor
Aren’t they adorable? Of course they do, from their color, tiny chirp, slow and graceful walk to their innocence in their surroundings was totally a whole package of a living stuff toy. And oh, did I mention cuddly? Perfect, ganun sila ka-cute and sa sobrang fascination ko napapatay ko sila. I used to corner my prey in our backyard using a stick wood and directing them to foods I prepared. Shooing the mother duck in the other hand and alas, I have a plaything. Yeheey! Killing them later sends me ecstasy of fulfillment that I cannot explain.
2) Tortured stray kitten by throwing it into the river over and over again
Meow, meow, meow, oh what a music to my ears. That tiny voice quite often recited by a kitten was sure am I that it has lost its protection from his mother. What a joke, I never get tired of planning how to catch him though. He just popped up from nowhere and eventually his now mine. Yeheey! Whoosh splash! Oh my god! That kitten knows how to swim. How cute naman and he manages pa to survive. But no, I would not allow him to get back on land. This time I will used my full force to throw him far and make sure he’d reached to the flowing river of death.
3) Smashed cat to death with a bolo knife
It was all planned that I’m going to kill that stupid cat from our neighbor once she got back wandering in our kitchen. Humanda siya, I promised. That mother fucking cat was totally a mess to my sight. Not to mention that; she let my dog ran out of fear from her because of her fiery face she possessed; that she did hit our fried fish on the table one quite evening; and that she leaves her stingy foot marks on the floor with mud. She’s an intruder after all. And all of this was enough reason for me to crush her bone and leaves her breathless. There and then my notion had changed that the cat has nine lives? It’s all false, because instantly, she’s dead.
4) Slayed common toads with hard rocks
Take a closer look at them, yuck kadiri! Para silang phlegm, what? You sometimes see them on mud swimming to where they laid their tadpoles and eggs. Well, at least in a fairytale this frog could turn into a charming prince daw if a girl kisses to it. Sorry gals, but I have killed them with rocks and left them motionless because of a hard stone atop their body. You could all blame me perhaps that one of them might be your long, long awaited prince sana.
And finally, this might not be part of my killing expertise, but it would be a part somehow in a perfect crime. Burning evidences that I may leave behind.
5) Burned playhouse of my playmate
You didn’t invite me to join? Beware because I’ll take revenge. Sige lang magluto-lutuan lang kayo diyan and magtulog-tulugan as i mumbled. I would stand back to their playhouse full of jealousy. They would remind me that being at young age was no qualified to join their game and fun. I said, okay. I’ve waited time until they wouldn’t notice me having a move. First, I would splash kerosene on their Nipa roof. Then take a better position hiding behind tree, slowly switched fire on crumpled paper and throws it to the target area. Gotcha! The playhouse was all aflame. Wow! I thought it was like a scene from a movie. I would shouts pa noon “sunog! Tulong, nasusunog po ang bahay-bahayan nila”.
I wonder now, what if I did take this route of brutality in my life. As a kid I have these memories of doing evil things in my hometown province - Las Navas, Northern Samar. And I just realized by now that my acts were all ferocious, ruthless, cruel, relentless and merciless to add up. I regret not I did these all for it delights me after having so. Sa sobrang dami nga I could lost in counting, though I can name some few of them and here are the fondest.
1) Hunted and killed ducklings from our neighbor
Aren’t they adorable? Of course they do, from their color, tiny chirp, slow and graceful walk to their innocence in their surroundings was totally a whole package of a living stuff toy. And oh, did I mention cuddly? Perfect, ganun sila ka-cute and sa sobrang fascination ko napapatay ko sila. I used to corner my prey in our backyard using a stick wood and directing them to foods I prepared. Shooing the mother duck in the other hand and alas, I have a plaything. Yeheey! Killing them later sends me ecstasy of fulfillment that I cannot explain.2) Tortured stray kitten by throwing it into the river over and over again
Meow, meow, meow, oh what a music to my ears. That tiny voice quite often recited by a kitten was sure am I that it has lost its protection from his mother. What a joke, I never get tired of planning how to catch him though. He just popped up from nowhere and eventually his now mine. Yeheey! Whoosh splash! Oh my god! That kitten knows how to swim. How cute naman and he manages pa to survive. But no, I would not allow him to get back on land. This time I will used my full force to throw him far and make sure he’d reached to the flowing river of death.3) Smashed cat to death with a bolo knife
It was all planned that I’m going to kill that stupid cat from our neighbor once she got back wandering in our kitchen. Humanda siya, I promised. That mother fucking cat was totally a mess to my sight. Not to mention that; she let my dog ran out of fear from her because of her fiery face she possessed; that she did hit our fried fish on the table one quite evening; and that she leaves her stingy foot marks on the floor with mud. She’s an intruder after all. And all of this was enough reason for me to crush her bone and leaves her breathless. There and then my notion had changed that the cat has nine lives? It’s all false, because instantly, she’s dead.4) Slayed common toads with hard rocks
Take a closer look at them, yuck kadiri! Para silang phlegm, what? You sometimes see them on mud swimming to where they laid their tadpoles and eggs. Well, at least in a fairytale this frog could turn into a charming prince daw if a girl kisses to it. Sorry gals, but I have killed them with rocks and left them motionless because of a hard stone atop their body. You could all blame me perhaps that one of them might be your long, long awaited prince sana.And finally, this might not be part of my killing expertise, but it would be a part somehow in a perfect crime. Burning evidences that I may leave behind.
5) Burned playhouse of my playmate
You didn’t invite me to join? Beware because I’ll take revenge. Sige lang magluto-lutuan lang kayo diyan and magtulog-tulugan as i mumbled. I would stand back to their playhouse full of jealousy. They would remind me that being at young age was no qualified to join their game and fun. I said, okay. I’ve waited time until they wouldn’t notice me having a move. First, I would splash kerosene on their Nipa roof. Then take a better position hiding behind tree, slowly switched fire on crumpled paper and throws it to the target area. Gotcha! The playhouse was all aflame. Wow! I thought it was like a scene from a movie. I would shouts pa noon “sunog! Tulong, nasusunog po ang bahay-bahayan nila”.
Sigh, how I wish I could turn back time. At young age, I did these all with enthusiasm and out of knowledge by my parents. They used to get me in bed at noon which I hated most that time. What I did to escape was simple; I would deceit nanay by covering my hotdog pillow with the blanket. From that scene she would then assumed I was just beneath it fall asleep. Nonetheless she knew I was in the backyard na doing my own free will.
See? You seem I had a wonderful childhood memories of kindness just like any kid in town? Never was it. I would say that I was born to be a criminal. Yes. Never had I gave pity to all these humane and any other like creators that move and I’ve killed them. I would even love to reminisce it quite often especially burning playhouse.
Now, I wonder if I could not been sent to school for proper education. Then maybe just maybe, I could be a perfect murderer.
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