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began to sob. John felt utterly helpless right then even as he tried to console her. He knew it was no use. There were some things that only time would fix.
John decided that Cheryl should stay with her friend Alex for a while. They would keep a few officers stationed outside of her house, and she would be monitored for her safety. It was not a good idea for John to see her right then. She was going to be in danger and now she realized exactly how much danger she was going to be in. John saw the change in her eyes when he told her this time. She had now seen up close and personal what kind of a dangerous sicko they were dealing with here. She was going to have to continue to be understanding. No matter how much they wanted to be together, the timing was just not right.
She agreed, reluctantly and John kissed her goodbye before he left. He was going to find this son of a bitch if it killed him to do so.
*
It was all too easy.
He watched as the cops mulled around the crime scene with their thumbs up their asses. They were all so afraid and they were all so sure that they were dealing with some maniac. He was going to be easy to catch. He would make a mistake and then it would be all over. No one who was so violent and crazy could ever last long doing this sort of thing.
They were all such imbeciles. They had no idea how sane and rational he really was. He had evolved past all of them, but they were fun to play with from time to time. Being so supreme did have its disadvantages; the biggest of them was loneliness, but the loneliness he had would never be cured. He was unable to connect with or relate with any of these sheep and peasants. They were all filth and he was the garbage man taking them out one by one. He by no means wanted to kill them all; there wouldn’t be enough time in the world for him to do that by himself. But he wanted to take his time and just hand pick a select few to die by his blade.
He stood up from the couch, stretching his legs finally. He had been sitting in the same spot watching news reports all day long. He had recorded them and stared at them repeatedly until he knew them all by heart. Finally he had decided to burn them to a DVD and add it to his collection.
He grabbed the newly burned DVD out of the player and labeled it with a black Sharpie. He loved the way the disc seemed to come alive as he did so. It was now a piece of history— his history. One day the fools that be would find his trophy collection and his archives that he had kept of his work all of these years.
They had found a good bit of his stuff when he had been forced from his original house all those years ago, and for that he was forever tortured. He had lost so many valuable memories and mementos. It was all a shrine to his perfect work.
Of course they would never understand what he was doing or why he did what he did. It was beyond their comprehension. It was beyond any sort of understanding that they could even hope to achieve. He had to laugh when he thought of how dumbfounded they had to have been stumbling over his work. He wished he could have seen it and studied it more closely, but he had been on the run. They had no idea that he did not really live in such filth and squalor. What they had found had only been his workshop. It was nothing more than that.
He had to laugh at the bumbling fools trying to figure him out and his heinous crimes. They thought that they had stumbled upon the find of the century--the monster in their midst. Little did they know that he was still right there and he had continued to do his work the way he had always done. He had just found a new work shed.
He had decided long ago when he first realized the vision that would become his life’s work that it would be wise to not shit where he ate. Therefore he went ahead and found the perfect spot for his seclusion. It was a spooky looking house that no one ever wanted to come near and the old lady who had lived there had never left the
John decided that Cheryl should stay with her friend Alex for a while. They would keep a few officers stationed outside of her house, and she would be monitored for her safety. It was not a good idea for John to see her right then. She was going to be in danger and now she realized exactly how much danger she was going to be in. John saw the change in her eyes when he told her this time. She had now seen up close and personal what kind of a dangerous sicko they were dealing with here. She was going to have to continue to be understanding. No matter how much they wanted to be together, the timing was just not right.
She agreed, reluctantly and John kissed her goodbye before he left. He was going to find this son of a bitch if it killed him to do so.
*
It was all too easy.
He watched as the cops mulled around the crime scene with their thumbs up their asses. They were all so afraid and they were all so sure that they were dealing with some maniac. He was going to be easy to catch. He would make a mistake and then it would be all over. No one who was so violent and crazy could ever last long doing this sort of thing.
They were all such imbeciles. They had no idea how sane and rational he really was. He had evolved past all of them, but they were fun to play with from time to time. Being so supreme did have its disadvantages; the biggest of them was loneliness, but the loneliness he had would never be cured. He was unable to connect with or relate with any of these sheep and peasants. They were all filth and he was the garbage man taking them out one by one. He by no means wanted to kill them all; there wouldn’t be enough time in the world for him to do that by himself. But he wanted to take his time and just hand pick a select few to die by his blade.
He stood up from the couch, stretching his legs finally. He had been sitting in the same spot watching news reports all day long. He had recorded them and stared at them repeatedly until he knew them all by heart. Finally he had decided to burn them to a DVD and add it to his collection.
He grabbed the newly burned DVD out of the player and labeled it with a black Sharpie. He loved the way the disc seemed to come alive as he did so. It was now a piece of history— his history. One day the fools that be would find his trophy collection and his archives that he had kept of his work all of these years.
They had found a good bit of his stuff when he had been forced from his original house all those years ago, and for that he was forever tortured. He had lost so many valuable memories and mementos. It was all a shrine to his perfect work.
Of course they would never understand what he was doing or why he did what he did. It was beyond their comprehension. It was beyond any sort of understanding that they could even hope to achieve. He had to laugh when he thought of how dumbfounded they had to have been stumbling over his work. He wished he could have seen it and studied it more closely, but he had been on the run. They had no idea that he did not really live in such filth and squalor. What they had found had only been his workshop. It was nothing more than that.
He had to laugh at the bumbling fools trying to figure him out and his heinous crimes. They thought that they had stumbled upon the find of the century--the monster in their midst. Little did they know that he was still right there and he had continued to do his work the way he had always done. He had just found a new work shed.
He had decided long ago when he first realized the vision that would become his life’s work that it would be wise to not shit where he ate. Therefore he went ahead and found the perfect spot for his seclusion. It was a spooky looking house that no one ever wanted to come near and the old lady who had lived there had never left the
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