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Henry was just your average 23 year old guy… if you could call someone that killed people in his spare time normal.
He was just finishing up cleaning up one of his crime scenes, the mess being a pain to deal with after he got done with the fun part of his “Job”. He didn't really have much of a choice either, he had to deal with the monotony of cleaning up after a murder or he'd have the police start figuring out who was causing these people to go missing once every couple of months.
Of course doing this part of his “job” meant that he had some time to think about what he just did, about who this poor soul was before they met an unfortunate end to his hand.
He had time to think about why he even started doing this, why he even came to this conclusion that “The world needed to be cleansed of those who harm others without reason.”
What kind of person even gets to that thought anyways?
Someone that barely counts as a human, probably.
Oh, he's done with the cleaning, that's a good thing.
Guess he should leave the scene now, and probably start walking back to his apartment.
He always made sure to walk back home after one of his “excursions”, it was late after all and driving his beat-up truck late at night would be a great way for the cops to figure out it was him doing all of this.
Besides, it was nice having the night time to himself.
Henry liked the fact that it was quiet, listening to the sounds of the world around him, looking up at the stars decorating the dark sky.
He always had a fondness for stars and space, it being one of his favourite things to read about when he was a kid having nothing better to do other than spend all his time at the library.
He rounded a corner, kicking a rock as he walked along the sidewalk, making sure to look around just in case anyone was following him, ready to catch him and drag him over to where he belonged.
He thought about what he was going to do tomorrow, he didn't really want to go to his actual job at nintendo but it was a good distraction from all of this, plus he could always sneak off and do his own programming on the wii instead of cleaning up someone else's mess, not that he hated it, he just doesn't like being around other people all that much.
Except for Austin.
Austin was interesting to Henry, him being the only person to try and talk to him when he first got hired as a janitor.
He would talk to Henry about meaningless stuff like how Henry was doing that day (he wasn't doing the best but since Austin was there he was doing better.) or what his favourite video game was (Pokemon blue version, it was one of the only games he had as a kid and he played it all the time.)
It was weird, why would someone like Austin try talking to him? Henry didn't matter.
He finally got to the door of his apartment, opening it and walking in, he didn't bother to turn on the lights, that would've been a waste of power anyways.
Henry threw his backpack off of his shoulders, it landing onto his couch with a thud, he hoped no one heard that.
After walking over to his small kitchen and grabbing a can of beer that was in the fridge, Henry walked to his bedroom door, the door was already open a crack, letting him push the door open with his foot.
He walked in, making sure to not step on one of the many empty beer cans and bottles that littered his room. He placed the swiss army knife he used that night onto his nightstand, not caring to go to his bathroom to clean it or himself up, and flopped down onto his bed.
He didn't want to stay awake any longer but his body refused to let him rest for the night, staring at the ceiling for a while.
Thoughts were already starting to swim around in his head, he didn't want to deal with them that night, being far too tired to try and entertain them.
He thought about what his life could've been if he hadn't first decided to fight back against that asshole, if he didn't kill that first person. (he was only 17, he didn't know that he was going to take another's life that day, he was just scared.)
He thought about what he could've done instead, maybe he could've tried talking to him, maybe he could've ran away, he should've ran, it would've been better than whatever situation he was in now.
He thought about what his brother would think of him now.
Charlie would hate the monster Henry has become, he had no doubt about it.
Why did that still hurt to know though, it was right, he is a monster now and no one should care about him at all.
Still though, it hurt to know that it was true.
God he wished that his previous attempts to rid the world of his presence worked, why Henry didn't go through with them he had no idea.
He was too much of a coward to actually kill himself anyways and now it was too late for anyone to care about his death.
Guess he had to keep on living, at least until the police caught onto him.
His eyes flickered down to his left arm, should he do it tonight? no it's too late to do that, he should get some rest, maybe he would do it tomorrow night instead.
God fuck what was wrong with him? What would Austin think of him if he found out that he cuts himself?
Why did he think about Austin just then, why was he scared about Austin finding out about his history of self-harm?
Why did he care about what Austin thought of him, he's going to kill him soon anyways, so why bother caring about what he thought of Henry.
He should really get to sleep soon, it's like what, 4:00am?
Henry turned to look at the digital clock that he had on his nightstand.
It was 5:23am.
Fuck, he had to get ready for work soon.
Maybe he should have a shower, just a small one.
Hopefully Austin would talk to him today, he wanted to talk to him about the stars.
Maybe one day he could see the stars with Austin too, that'd be nice.
For now, Henry would just focus on getting through another boring day.