The outlines of dark brownish eyes that seemed hazel at the moment turned toward the counter," Cheese, and bread please," Kree was always strange, hes been surviving on little things but manages to still get up in the morning for his daily routine. As he left the store and drove calmly back to his house, he couldn't help but notice how nice today was, how calm and relaxing the day was going, stepping out of his parked car and staring into the bag that contained the food items he got earlier; he smiled.

Now walking into his house he placed his keys in the same place, his shoes aligned with his folded shirt and his hair placed in a neat bun," Time to eat," He walked to the kitchen to see three girls bond, gagged and crying and all he did was smile. The sick bastard smiled at their fear," I bought cheese again," The only food they've been living off of for 3 weeks," Eat," The same routine happened every week, though they seemed to not get it; they failed to understand the simple things. Kree liberated them. He freed them from their old life to be with him, as a mother figure. These woman weren't mothers but whores on the street begging for spare change. He clenched the bag and tossed it against the table,"I've been nice, I've been patient," He grabbed one girl by the hair and slammed her against the table; hes been soft with them, only kindness was shown and yet they act like hes in the wrong as though he was the sicko. " You think your so pretty eh? You think your better then me?," He shook his head from the memory of his father calling his mother horrible names," Your nothing but another woman for men to use, I'm saving you..why cant you..they see that," He released her and turned on the TV that was close by, the news about a man killing woman was everywhere, Kree stared in disgust," I'm not like that!! Lies!! Lies!!," He snarled deeply

Endless, their lies were endless! Kree stared uselessly at the screen, he couldn't trust his own ears," Predator?! I..I..I have never laid a hand on woman..." That was half true. Kree couldn't trust FOX NEWS anymore, he had to set the record straight, he walked to the kitchen and grabbed out a recorder; recording his own voice to answer their television questions they released a few weeks ago, the squirming tied; bond woman in the back made it hard to focus," Shut up! Stay quiet okay, then I won't have to get upset", His eyes were round with insobriety, one woman just sat staring him dead in the eyes; he understood.

" I'm sorry, I'm just lost and woman..they are pure...they are angels...they love and understand..so please don't look at me like that. That pure hate I know all so well, that pure disgust of me in your sight", He pleaded finding himself still recording, he thought about redoing the recording but just smiled- if the public knew he was human like everyone else; they'll leave him alone. He wouldn't be seen as a predator anymore. He wouldn't be seen as a freak, a disgusting piece of fuck laying across the landless ground destined to be tossed away by everyone he meets.

Woman were much easier to confess things, Kree has tried every gender of every book to connect with someone, being as he is; he refused to be broken down by people who only judged, judge?

" The last thing I heard from my father...was " Your a disgusting disgraceful son", Kree remembered those words all too well, but before another thought crossed his mind he blinked away the forming tears," I'm going to settle this once and for all", He growled as he walked toward the door, grabbing his keys and bag on the way out.

Kree was insane, delusional, broken, alot of things can be said- but reasonable was one trait he held onto too, he placed his hair in a tight bun as he got into his car and drove to FOX NEWS. The ride was long of course; but it was worth the 3 hours.

A love story meant to be told by the world, finally making it to the building; Kree stepped out and walked towed he frog door. This was risky but lies are lies, and as hey say," Let the truth set you free,"

She would walk inside and go up to the desk "Hello," she greets cheerfully and places the cookies on the table. "Hey Luna whats up?" The guy replies. It seems the 2 are friends. "Just getting stuff from the grocery and getting out to enjoy the day," Luna says happily. "Well alright heres your paper," He says handing Luna it, "Bye see you later Lunes." "Bye Alec!" She says happily before heading for the exit to leave and go home with her groceries. She would read the paper later today when she was done with her walk. She would open the door stepping outside. She steps out of the way of the door before pulling out her phone to check up onsomething. She stands scrolling through her phone groceries sitting at her feet for the moment.

Shit

Shit...

Shit...

It's all about how to approach people, some would gladly open their loving arms, embracing all your problems and issues into one gulp. But others, oh the embarrassing moment where you try to leap at them and the quick swift rejection of their affection courses over you like a unwell done paper you had to turn in before the deadline. And the deadline was today. Kree knew all too well that feeling, he knew that one day, not just any day that he'll get caught up in the moment. Living a lie was much more easier then facing the truth," Their lying about me on TV, but why...I haven't touched a girl yet, I'm not trafficking women! ," What were their game?

Without missing a beat, Kree slipped I side FOX NEWS and made it to the front desk,"Yes sir?," The front counter employee answered," I have something for you and your studio," He grabbed put the recording and grinned," Its all in there...see..," He slide it across the counter hoping what he recorded would bring his name back from the ground they buried it in," Sorry sir but what am I suppose to do with this," Kree fingers twitched, he was so anxious that he just kept looking over his shoulder," Give it to the cops," And with that he turned around quickly, rushing back outside.

The soft thump of someone ramming into Kree, made him freeze- at first what was running through his mind was " was he caught?", did they finally stop the prevent who was kidnapping woman. His eyes never narrowed so slowly to the motionless woman laying on the ground; at first he appeared guilty and yearned to help her stand to her feet. That was his first mistake, his second mistake was trusting himself to lay eyes on the woman; she seemed dead-. Not at all died Kree, not at all. He blinked away the image of her bleeding from the head and gulped," Oh it was my faul-", Before he could finish, before another word dared to fall from his lips; Kree angel...Kree rage started to walk away. He stepped after her but paused when he realized he was making a third mistake; his attachments were a danger to himself and others. His hoodie barely hanging onto his hair, his pants wrinkled from the neglect of ironing, his eyes wanders from place to place as though he lost a bit of himself today," Hey, hey slow down why don't you; that was a nasty fall you took just then", He walked after her before staring back at FOX NEWS; they'll soon learn the truth- they'll know the real Kree.

The real Kree?

Who even was Kree? Who was his persona? Where did he come from, when was he born? No one truly knows where Kree came from, though if you looked hard enough his mother who was sent to the ward under mental health issues, Kree would disagree to going back there, though his childhood was perfect; almost too perfect. Before everything he was highschooler with hopes, a destined dream to work with computers and a human specialist. But that was years ago, now he was chasing after a woman wary since she took a fall to the ground just then.

A few scratches could be seen on her hands, legs, and arms where the skin had scraped against the hard concrete. She didnt seem bothered by them though as she stood.