He get's on top of a busted car, the blood of his victims still fresh on his clothes.
He tilts his head back and yells, celebrating his victory with a scream to the heavens.
Eight of them, all dead. Sure, another helped, but who cares?
𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺.