THE MURDER GAME
Chapter One
He had killed before and he would kill again. Nothing
could compare to the godlike feeling of such power.
For five years he had played the dying game with his
cousin and their rivalry had been part of the excitement, part
of the thrill. But Pinkie was dead, their wonderful game over.
His new game was only a few months old, yet he already
realized that without an opponent, without the psychological
stimulation of competition, it just wasn't the same. The hunt
was exhilarating, the kill a sublime climax, but the titillating
pleasure of the preparation and planning as well as the triumph
afterward were missing from his murder game. He
now had no one with whom to share either.
He trusted no one the way he had trusted Pinkie, both of
them knowing from their teens that they were different from
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