“A wannabe writer’, that’s the best way you could have described me. Short stories with a twisted end, people had come to expect that out of me now. But that was a year back, since then things had changed. Something un-fathomable had happened, now I was famous, a well-known writer is what I had become. Of-course there was this petition wherein they wanted me to ban my writing in the larger interest of society. But that did not stop me from writing my thoughts.
The amazing thing was, all this was exciting to the world, almost unthinkable, almost vodooish. However for me, there was something missing, at first I too was kicked about this, but then slowly the feeling of being GOD decreased. My already inflated Ego was growing and it wanted more. Sometimes I felt I was no longer in control, this dream-run of mine was no longer good enough.The media frenzy around all of this was unparalleled. God, Satan, Suspect were just a few of the names they were calling me. But I craved for more, I wanted to be a hero the world had never seen. German Police, French Police, NYPD everyone was eating out of my hands, the ones who were not, were because I did not want them to. I thought to myself, this power that i have has helped a lot of people, and a lot of bloodshed was seen which some accused me for, but now it was time for me to write my BLOCKBUSTER novel. I had it all planned, a grand launch, maybe I would span the story across continents or across years, i could do whatever i wanted, i was my own destiny writer.
I was sure of what I was doing, but I knew I would get no support, not from ever supportive wife, not from my family, not from friends. But this was my tru-calling, there is a fine line between being a lunatic and being a genius. I was about to explore that line. I was about to write my ever-so-popular murder mystery, only this time it was gonna be MY murder mystery.