“So how did it start?”
“Don’t you know?”
“I want to hear it from you.”
“I’ve never considered myself to be a good person. I’ve done many… immoral things. Even when I was young. The only reason that kept me in check was that I was deathly afraid of getting caught. But then I realized that I’m smart enough to fool people. I realized that if I’m cautious, I won’t get busted.
I’ve only taken just a portion of my brothers chocolate. I’ve only taken a few dollars from my mother’s wallet. I’ve only cheated on my girlfriend when I was out of town. I’ve invited hookers over to my place only when my wife and kids were visiting distant family.”
“You weren’t afraid of getting caught anymore?”
“I was afraid, deathly afraid! If I weren’t, I would have done nastier things and I would have done them way more often.”
“Then the accident happened…”
“Yes, I guess you know it, I’ve hit that child with my car. It was an accident, but to be honest I was driving pretty carelessly. Of course as a coward I am, I haven’t stopped, I just drove away. Then I learned from the news he was dead and they have no idea who hit him.”
“Then you got cocky…”
“I did. I got away with manslaughter. Not many people can achieve that. So I…. explored my boundaries. I’ve beaten up a bum. I’ve beaten up a random old woman. Nothing happened. Then I bought that firearm. I was deathly afraid just by buying it. For weeks I did nothing, but then one night I decided to take a walk and just shoot someone. And… I did. It was on the news, but nobody has seen anything. I did it again after a month. Then after a week.
Then it got to a point where I shot like three people every fucking night. Still, nothing. Then I did it in broad daylight. Nothing. Then I did it where cameras were around. Nothing. There was always something happening that made me get away. Cameras malfunctioning. Witnesses giving false reports. Evidence getting lost. DNA getting contaminated. I know serial killers are hard to catch because they murder random people, but I killed several of my own neighbors as well. Like, I just rang the doorbell, shot him dead while his family was present. Then walked back to my house. Still nothing.”
“What’s your theory?”
“I’m… untouchable.”
“No. You are a wimp. A coward.”
“Then how come I’m not getting caught?”
“You are getting caught. You got caught infinite amount of times.”
“Haha, it doesn’t seem like that.”
“It’s just the nature of the universe. Everything happens. All possible outcomes happen. Somewhere you got caught by cameras. Somewhere, you got caught hitting that child with your car. “
“Not here.”
“Yes, this is the single plane of your existence where you are still walking around killing people.”
“So why are you here?”
“I’m here to fix it.”
Author: Gyula Attila Borsós