B.A.
Black Arsenic
 
 
It's dark out, and you're home alone. The house is quiet other than the sound of the horror movie you're watching on TV. You see it and hear it at the same time: the front door is suddenly thrown against the door frame. Your breathing speeds up. Your heart races. Your muscles tighten. Beads of perspiration roll down your cheeks. A split second later, you know it's the wind. No one is trying to get into your home. Just as you sit down again on your couch, a dark hand covers your mouth forcefully and the last thing you feel is the cold blade sliding across your exposed and vulnerable throat. You try to scream, but no sound came out. For your killer lurks in the shadows. Among the dark waves. Under the coal-black sands. In the mud. Under the murky water. You never know who he is. Why he kills you. You never know how he kills you until right before you die. You will not even know it's him. You may not be dying now, but your killer is haunting you, ready to kill you anytime. He is watching you now, without you even realising it. You think you can protect yourself, but in the end, he will always get to you, because you cannot protect yourself from an invisible enemy. You cannot protect yourself when you do not even know there is an enemy. You think you are in control. Truth is, he was always in control. He always held your strings in his hand. It's just a matter of when he chooses to snap it. Just know that in the end, he will succeed. The killer will kill you. The killer will succeed. The killer will triumph in the end. The killer is one all-powerful man. I tell you now that his name is Black Arsenic. And I am that man. I am the all-powerful Black Arsenic. I will kill you, and I will succeed, and I will triumph in the end. Fear me, for I am Black Arsenic. The Victor.