The Artist
What would really fit this character? thought the Artist as he viewed his canvas. Politician Ray Williams cut a striking figure, with a crisp mustache, starched suit, and ambitious amber eyes. He had decided to ruin that figure.
He had been upset, even angry, when he learned the police were covering up his masterpieces. So, instead of raging about, he decided to make sure they noticed him. He targeted government candidates.
This one, he thought, was going to get his point across. He dipped his fingers in a pool of blood that had accumulated next to the corpse. Across the forehead he wrote, in stunning penmanship, NONE OF YOU ARE SAFE. THE ARTIST HAS SPOKEN. He traced a withering rose on his chest, creating each petal with utmost care. He smeared white paint on his hands and colored each petal with a soft, innocent white. Then he stained it scarlet.
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