even killers have a heart

Laying in his small, dark room thinking to himself. Ed is a problem- no, a pest that needs to be taken care of. He wondered if he was the one who would have to save his town, or the world, from him. His family would be safe and probably better without him. They would find peace and would even be happy that he's dead. As he wondered how he would meet his demise, he got a dark, twisted idea. He didn't want him to just die, that would be too nice. He needed to suffer at the utmost level. Ed went to work early every morning, around four or five. He decided to wait until he went to his car and that's when he would take him. That way, no one would start looking until after his hours. He thought that a week from today he would save this world from Ed. He needed to start planning. His friend would be out of state for a month starting tomorrow, so he could bring him down to his basement and tie him to the ceiling. Then, he thought, he would have his fun before Ed met his demise. It was the night before the attack and he had everything he needed, but he was beginning to have second thoughts. Did Ed really deserve to die? No, this isn't the time for that, he thought. He took everything from me. Ed took his life away and he was ready to do the same. He couldn't wait another day, he was going to do it now. He only had a few more hours before Ed went to test his blood. He grabbed his bag and began to drive to his house. He waited so patiently for Ed to come out. As soon as the door opened, he was ready. He got right behind Ed and hit him over the head with a rock. Soon, Ed was tied up and ready. Ed woke up to a room with plastic everywhere, and immediately, he began being beaten with metal chains. His feet were barely touching the ground. Spiders were crawling all over him. Ed's arms and legs were cut off and he was drowning in his own blood. He buried Ed's lifeless corpse underneath the floorboards. About a week later, he felt as if he was going insane. He swore he heard Ed's voice, even Ed's family's voice, calling him. He heard Ed screaming about missing his heart. "Heartless, heartless!" The voice would cry. His voice kept getting louder and louder. All of a sudden,even Ed's family's voice, calling him. He heard Ed screaming about missing his heart. "Heartless, heartless!" The voice would cry. His voice kept getting louder and louder. All of a sudden, he heard a knock. He opened the door and two tall policemen were standing there. Without any panic, he invited them in and asked if they would like a drink. The officers politely declined and went to take seats in the family room. "Are you aware of Ed's disappearance?" They asked calmly, as if they already knew the answer. They know I did it. My heart is beating, throbbing in my ears. How can they not hear it? "I had no idea Ed was missing." I tried to laugh it off, but the cops didn't even c***k a smile. It was as if their faces were frozen in seriousness. He hadn't eaten or slept in days. Ed's voice, his screams, had been keeping him up at night. He couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't keep going. The officers' stares were like needles shooting into him. He ran and grabbed the same knife he had used to kill Ed. He plunged it into his chest screaming, "I do have a heart! See?! It's right there!"