everybody wants to rule the world

Do you know why the police suck at catching the bad guys? Not the regular, everyday pimp of wife beater, but the truly bad guys. The guys that hide out on the fringe and in the dark, the predators, all we wolves in sheep’s clothing.
Its not as hard as you would think. Police lie.

The day you run into an honest cop is the day i will be caught. You see, i am honest with myself and my prey. I know what i am going to do to them long before i get them and they know there is no way in heaven or hell they are leaving my grasp alive. Honesty. i will hunt you, i will snare you, i will do things to you that turn the weak minded among you into sniveling crybabies. Things, that turn me all the way, on.

i dont do what i do for the thrill of it. i do what i do because it feeds me. My blood pumps like a steam train thundering down the tracks. My ears fill with the little whispers of the unknown things that dangle from my rosary. All the little prayers that my victims whisper in their minds as their bodies fall in pieces like broken glass to the floor.

i can hear their minds howling for release, anything to end the suffering, anything…

My hand is their god. They pray to an unproven deity for things so childish and trivial until they are brought to my temple. Oh they pray then. They ply their make believe savior and his secretary of a son to take them to an imaginary home free from the torture i visit upon them. The whole time they know their “Father” has forsaken them, because he isn’t real, never  has been.

And when the moment comes, at the end, they always look at me through the blood and gore and urine and ask me with their very soul to be benevolent, to be kind, to be the all powerful lord and master of their fates… and that is the only time our purposes are in sync. The victim and the unscathed agree. i am the way i am the light, i am the alpha and omega, i am the beginning and their end.

This is the totality of “turning me all the way on”. i derive no sexual gratification. Sex is for amateurs with all their games and bondage and Tickle Me Elmo’s. Their not even smart enough to recognize the moment of creation when it happens. Children bearing children like roaches in the walls of their “Fathers” house. All the time pondering the great condition of humanity, swipe left or swipe right…

Those who are fortunate enough to meet me however, soon realize the foolishness of their petty affairs and come to understand that i am not just their apex predator i am THE apex predator. i become what they think they believe, i am the basis for their faith and salvation, i am the god of life itself…

My apologies, i sometimes… get overzealous in my revelations.

So, how would you like to begin?

Would you like the standard who, when, where and why? Although, i believe that the why has been made abundantly clear…

“I would like to know when this all began for you?”

The doctors voice was very flat and clinical. It could not cover the laced fringe of horror he felt inside. He was setting not more than three feet from the man who had terrorized a nation for over a year. He saw in the mans eyes the dull black pupils of a man who felt nothing for anyone in any way. Saw in him the antithesis of humanity wrapped in the flimsy flesh of a man.

Even deeper still he saw the belief, no, the conviction of this creature to the idea that he was more than man. More than every man and still just as human. Beneath all of that however, he could almost hear the feral growling of an unearthly beast, waiting, girding itself until the time was ripe and it would strike, cutting him down like tall grass.

Well Doc, it all began when i was a child…