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Evil Had No Bounds
From the Pen of Thomas Miller
Detective William Grayson had been a decorated officer for over fifteen years. His reputation was solid—firm but fair, ruthless but just. At least, that’s how the world saw him. Beneath the badge, behind the cold steel of his gun, lurked a man with a darkness that had long festered in the shadows of his own twisted mind.
Grayson believed in intelligence. Not just the kind that solved crimes, but a higher form—an evolution of thought. He was convinced that the world was divided into two kinds of people: those with the power to understand, and those who merely existed, dragging humanity down with their ignorance. To him, the latter group was nothing but dead weight, parasites leeching off a society that could never reach its true potential.
And so, he took it upon himself to cleanse the streets.
His first victim was a homeless man named Gerald, a quiet, unassuming soul who spent his days mumbling incoherent thoughts to himself. Grayson watched him for weeks, waiting, testing. He asked Gerald questions, offered riddles, posed moral dilemmas. Gerald failed them all. And so, one cold night, Grayson put a bullet in his head and left his body in the gutter where, he thought, it belonged.
Then came Linda Marks, a single mother working two jobs, barely scraping by. She wasn’t aware—not in the way Grayson expected. She accepted the life she was given, trudged forward without question, without insight. He followed her home one evening, lured her into an alley with a false sense of safety, and silenced her with a swift, final shot.
The killings continued, each victim carefully chosen, each deemed unworthy of survival. The city, terrified, spoke of a serial killer stalking the streets, a phantom of death that targeted the weak-minded. No one suspected the very man meant to protect them.
But the bodies were piling up, and with them, the whispers of a darker conspiracy. The hospitals, the doctors—they were meant to help, meant to save lives. Instead, they had failed these people. They had let the unworthy exist in a world where they had no place. Grayson’s warped mind saw them as enablers of mediocrity, guilty by association.
It was then that he turned his sights on Mercy General Hospital.
Dr. Alan Richter was the first. A well-respected neurologist, but in Grayson’s eyes, a coward who allowed lesser minds to persist. He was found in his office, strangled to death, a note pinned to his chest: You let them live. You are just as guilty.
The hospital was thrown into chaos. Security tightened. Investigations launched. But still, Grayson moved unseen, striking like a ghost. Nurses, surgeons, psychiatrists—all who, in his mind, had allowed weakness to fester—met their gruesome end.
But arrogance is the downfall of every monster.
A young detective, fresh into the force, began to see the patterns no one else did. Julia Carter had studied the case tirelessly, connecting dots that led to one shocking conclusion: the killer had to be inside the police force. When she voiced her suspicions, she was laughed at. No one wanted to believe that one of their own was behind such atrocities.
So she followed the evidence alone.
One night, Grayson prepared for his next kill. The hospital had been his playground, but he had one final target before moving on—Dr. Karen Fields, the head of psychiatry. He broke into her office, knife in hand, ready to end another life in his crusade against ignorance.
But he wasn’t alone.
Carter stepped out of the shadows, gun drawn, her voice steady. “It’s over, Grayson.”
For the first time, he was caught. There was no escape. No justification. His crimes were laid bare, the weight of his actions crashing down. The trial was swift, the evidence undeniable.
The sentence? Death.
And so, the man who had played judge, jury, and executioner met his fate in the cold confines of a prison cell. The needle slid into his arm, delivering the final judgment. As the poison coursed through his veins, his last words were a whisper to himself, a delusion he clung to even in his final moments:
“They just didn’t understand.”
But in the end, neither did he.
Justice had spoken. And this time, evil had met its bound.