"Goodbye Cory" I say to my last client of the day while walking out of my office. Now that was a fun kid i say as i chuckle to myself. The way he screamed for mercy and the oh-so-coincidental door flying open in my car. I didn't even know that his father was chasing after him, that made things even better in perspective. A chase scene with high action and danger. I wonder what my next idea should be, a stealthy kidnapping all hidden in the shadows like mission impossible or make a big show about it like a villain in a disney movie. all the different possibilities
Running through my head as i go over to my car and drive to the secret facility to stalk out my next prey. Who knew that this killing thing could be so fun, they way their face looks as they realize whats happening, the way the liquids seep out of their skin that used to be so pure and untouched, the sound of their voices slowly fading away as the amount of screaming gets greater and greater, the way the light fades from their eyes and whats left of their skin goes pale. The idea of how their friends and loved ones react not seeing their little girl or boy come home from school that day. Them finding the body all mangled with the severed head on a steak, my signature mark. The countless hours upon hours crying, weeping, and moaning for the sweet little angels short life.
The next news article showing another child found dead, making this the 4th child this week. The outraged and overprotective parents afraid to let their kids outside anymore for the fear of never seeing them again. The police and forensics squad trying to figure out what happened and why, why this person is doing this to innocent children, luring them into a trap and ultimately wiping them out from the life they've come to know an love, wipe out all their hopes and dreams for the future. All the while right under their noses another one similar to the last one, is happening currently. Another soul being wiped from the earth. No one having a clue that its me just a local therapist for the mentally scarred and unstable Mr. Orberts, or if your one of the lucky few who has found my little 'hobby' Mr. Roberts.