I swear I am not lying when I'm telling you this story. It started with me waking up on the floor of the casino. I had no idea what I was doing there! I swear. So being hungover, I walk into my suite, and it's covered in vomit, blood(more) and shattered glass, and as I walk toward the bathroom, I notice the door has been knocked clean off. Of course, I had to pay for the damages you know. I mean hotel rooms aren't cheap, especially in today's economy. When I was a kid, I would go down to the corner store, buy a packet of chips, a coke and an ice cream, and still get change from a fiver. But now... you can't even get an ice cream for that much money. Its not like I eat much ice cream anyway, I'm far too fat. Couldn't even fit inside my previous car, which is why I got a new one. Beautiful it is. Sky blue, and at night, the shine!
The shine from the moonlight is just superb. Hang on, what do you mean guilty? I was getting to the part about the drugs in my system. Wait! You have to believe me!(less)
Abraham Lincoln stated that he could not tell a lie.
As a child learning U.S. History, I was fully invested in that statement. Abe was surely an incorruptible man, a great and honest leader of our country.
(more) As an adult learning U.S. History, I learned that the job of the president can often be to lie for the greater good. Now I wonder what Abraham Lincoln did to make so many enemies. Was his statement a lie, do I dare call the great man a LIAR?
This is the man who ended the civil war.
This is the man that attacked his own population.
Surely there was room for lies somewhere, I can't fathom how one could maintain popularity without lying.
Perhaps he truly was a saint.
"No lies now, just tell us what happened, and maybe we can work out a deal or something for you," the District Attorney, Thomas Hawkins said softly. His hands were folded on top of his brief case, and his eyes were a shade of red behind his spectacles. He(more) was tired, and the last place he wanted to be was staring down a man with no sense of remorse for his crimes at all.
Louis Mitchell had raped three women, killed them, and hid their bodies in his apartment building's basement. One of the perks to being a Super Attendant, Thomas supposed. Having ample room to store things like bodies.
"I killed her," Louis said shortly. "And the other bitch, and the third bitch."
"Why?" Thomas asked, though he knew he'd regret it.
Louis leaned in close, his fingers twitching, his eyes wide as he began to speak; "To prove who was in control, to show those cunts that I was the male, and they were the female, and that they should submit to me. That is how society should work, a clear 'top dog' among the masses. And who is a better choice then the 'alpha males' who those woman depend on for all of their needs?"
"I was now aware that women were objects that one can own, and do with as you please. If that was the case, I'd have returned my cheating ex-wife to whatever Hell store she came out of," Thomas said.
Louis smirked. "That's where you went wrong, boss. Should have killed her the moment she disgraced you."
"I'm afraid I'm not the killer you are, Mr. Mitchell."