Bramwell Gideonson has a pair of leather driving gloves in his possession. His dearest mother gave the gloves to him one Christmas years ago. As classy as these gloves appeared on him there was something off and sketchy about them. Whenever he wears these gloves he has a tendency to hunt people down. For five years Bramwell had committed numerous acts of murder with the use of various items and in various ways. His next target was an old friend of his, Dan. Through out the entire semester in university he hunted down his Dan even though Bramwell liked the guy as a friend. Every time Bramwell finds a look alike he drives up to the person and kills them in a ferocious way. One day Bramwell finally finds Dan sitting at the smoking bench. When Bramwell drove up Dan looks up and smiles the biggest smile Bramwell had ever seen.
"Why hello there sir. How are you?" Dan said happily not even realizing who it was. Bramwell could hear his excited voice inside his head.
Bramwell pulled out a pistol and shoots Dan multiple times. Once the poor Dan was down Bramwell sped down the street to avoid the law. As he drove down the road Bramwell looks into the mirror of his car. He does not see himself, but someone else entirely.
"Why hello there sir. How are you?" Dan said happily not even realizing who it was. Bramwell could hear his excited voice inside his head.
Bramwell pulled out a pistol and shoots Dan multiple times. Once the poor Dan was down Bramwell sped down the street to avoid the law. As he drove down the road Bramwell looks into the mirror of his car. He does not see himself, but someone else entirely.
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