Taylor

According to the FBI, I was considered a serial murderer after three kills. What do they call me after fifty-two? They call me the Silencer. One final bullet would have been all it took to stop me from taking another soul, and I would have been doing Meridian City a service by pulling that trigger. An angel crying for help stopped me, and that night, I took three lives for her. Then three turned into eight. Then eight turned into twenty. Twenty turned into twenty-one. Twenty-one turned into twenty-three.

Everyone knew the Dexter brothers. In school, they were royalty, and their kingdom was the football field, the crowd their subjects. While most people in our small town stayed and went to the community college nearby, the Dexter brothers all left, each with a full-ride football scholarship to play at some hotshot university on the other side of the country. I left too, but I only went one state away, far enough away to get out of the small town I grew up in.