The killer had always seemed lost in melancholy. All he ever did was stare warily, gloomily gaping, as if something supernatural was going on outside in the graveyard. His behavior was so incomprehensible all the prison guards did was question his proclivity to stare out the window nodding and whispering naturally as if having a conversation.
The killer was kept stolid. Not much emotion was manifested on his straight face. He was different ever since the killing. He became odious and managed to disperse any visitors with his rude comments that led people to converge he enjoyed being isolated. He was contempt, despised by everyone who crossed his path. Eventually after years of retaliation for the bit of human touch he had left he came to a state of oblivion. He wondered why he was erased from the eye of existence.
At last a new vantage!
One day the killer woke up to darkness slowly overcoming him. It seemed as if the universe began to strew darkness into his eye as if to avenge the evil deeds he had done in his lifetime. He became suddenly stagnant, sluggishly weakened by the force that had taken over. The killers senses were taken away one by one faster and faster until it seemed like a torrent of an endless black pit had rushed over him and burried him alive.
He was devoured by violent melancholy. His only state of saneness was the comfort of his own lonely mind. After years of torture the killers mind took him on excursions in attempt to fill his nearly empty soul. These trips gifted him with flashes of life and energy. These excursions invigorated him for the few seconds they lasted. It was like somebody was trying to dig him out of the grave he dug for himself.
The killer devoured his excursions, eating viciously off of the short journeys he was given shortly bringing him out of the dark pit. These visions he found in his mind gave him a new vantage and let him see from a point of view so he wouldn't feel isolated, but suddenly respected and empowered.
One day the light had come back. The killer had returned with lights,stuffed animals and lullaby machines suspended above his head The killer was reborn in oblivion of his past. It was observed the reborn killer had natural proclivities to feel more comfortable in darkness. Just like everyone else, his tendencies were incomprehensible. His parents converged it was normal. Nobody ever knew the child just had an old soul. Invisible blood was still on his innocent hands.