Keeping it brief. Feeling like shit so I'm writing to feel better. Dont judge, I will murder. And with that bomb shell gonna do this up. -------------- My dear Detective, Its been far to long since our last meeting. I was afraid I scared you off! Word travels very slow from the upper blocks to our lovely confinement areas underneath that I dont recall what others looked like, besides you of course. Now before I go on let me ask you Detective. Did you ever really realize what the species of man was best at doing. What human kind was doing before civilization started and will be doing forever until time itself ended. Now it'll be too easy to give that answer away so think on it. Rather than worrying about that, I have yet another terrific tale to tell of my youth. If I do recall we discussed my morbid Step-Brother. Listen closely now as i tell of my actual first volunteer. It was during the summer of '06 in city of Los Angeles, that I saw him. I was 19, going to college for psychology. My mother passed in the fall of '02, from illness and my step dad became a recluse after his son died. Drinking his life away in sorrow. One faithful night, I had a sudden urge to go out for a walk. That's when I saw him. A very tall, twig of a man. His fair skin complimented his dark curly hair in ways that made it look wavy in a sense. He looked as tjo he just got out of a sport as well, with no sport insignia however. Nothing else looked special on the lad so I was more than curious about what he was doing. I followed him with ease down Sunset blvd, making our way past the chick fi-la and the in n out. He never so muched as glanced behind himself, though why would you in the Paradise City. He walked into a Ralph's, and started to prowl the aisles. I, being as cunning as a predator, kept my distance. My prey turned into an aisle near the back of the store approaching a beautiful woman. She was 5'6, had beautiful brunette hair as well. You can say my heart skipped beats as I saw her detective. However that is a whole other story from a personal chapter of my life that would be lovely with a cup of tea. Alas back to a tale. The man went up and started making very inappropriate advances to the woman. So as swiftly as an eagle I saved the poor girl by putting the man to sleep. As enthusiastic as I was about this man I was more excited for what i did. I arrived at my home, with the help of public transportation, no later than eight-thirty that evening and boiled water for some tea. As the tea boiled up I took the unconscious male to my bathroom. I strapped him into a rolling chair with duck tape around his mouth and zipties along his arms, legs, and neck. Making it as uncomfortably painful without waking him up from his light slumber. At about nine or so he awoke in a dazed state. I started my procedure, beginning with a press of my scalpel to the crown of his head. The volunteer, as he slowly realized what he was about to go through started to breathe frantically. It didn't stop my incision into his temple however, lightly carving my way down his face, blood quickly following behind as he sat in shock. The man screamed into the tape. Tears mixed with the blood as I kept at carving. His pupils were wide, but the faint dark rings around them showed. I placed my current instrument into my sink and grabbed my ice cream scoop and to inflict as much pain as possible. I slowly started to scoop his eye out, his screams turned into weeping. With his one eye, I placed it onto a try adjacent from my prey to stare as I carved the mans skin. His body was a canvas of intricate spirals and designs after I carved it all. The final piece of my time with this gentleman is that as I was carving I made a place were I can insert my hand into the man, i oh so carefully carved enough so that when pressure was applied I was able to puncture his body with my hand. The patient fell into shock and died five minutes later due to severe bloodloss however. As disappointing as that was to me, the mere joy of what I did caused me to feel more alive than ever. I gently rubbed the blood onto my face to glorify my kill, and took his heart out after. The body was easy to dump as to my surprise and so were all my tools. Donations are the future of this country as I like to say. Now Detective, you may see me as a freak, or as a monster but alas, like last time I'm perfectly sane, and like so many before, I'm perfectly sane and I enjoyed it. To answer my question to you from earlier. To Kill... is Human Nature
