My plan was just dandy, none of the surviving soldier boys were even suspecting me. It was the perfect time to perform my next murder. The island was about to experience a dreadful storm and since there was a lack of firewood to keep them warm, they went outside to chop the nearby trees. While we were all doing our assigned jobs, I happened to catch a glimpse of Soldier Boy Seven. He was heading off to an untamed part of the vegetation, alone. I knew this was the time. The time to pounce on my next prey. I, Sir Marshall Jackson, am a “killer.” Though I prefer the word executioner because I get the job done no matter how bloody it may be. That little soldier boy deserved it. What I did to him was an act of pure justice. In the eyes of society I may seem like a …show more content…
About an hour after the crime, one of the other soldier boys found the body in a pool of blood. They all stepped right into the blood and the area reeked of death. The looks on their faces were of absolute shock and disbelief. After the witnessing of such a brutal sight, barely a word was spoken as we all trudged back into the mansion. None of them even bothered to dispose of the mangled up flesh that was once called a body. Soldier Boy Seven’s bloodshed marked my revenge for taking my expensive house, all of my riches, and most importantly my wife. After eight years of being happily married, you would think she was loyal. Once I discovered that my supposed friend was having an affair with my wife, I requested a divorce faster than she could even say “I’m sorry.” Since my wife owned the majority of my money, I was kicked out of my house and forced to live on the filthy streets of New York. Just to rub it in my face more, they got married and had children. I had been planning this murder for an immense amount of time. I was pleased to witness and cause his demise. Regrets? Remorse? I bear none. I did a favor for this world. I hope he rots in hell for all of eternity. As for my wife, good