altered state

As a man, he was limited in his trust.

He never liked being alone or being around a lot of people. Just like a rock star he was used to being around a select few.

Being hurt so much he reflects on past experiences to quickly judge people. Being the only one that he knows for a fact isn't lieing to him, he slowly starts falling of the face of the earth. Shackled up by his feelings, deprived from outside contact. Here on earth to spend the rest of his life alone. Here to do gods will or satan's will. He isn't sure who to trust so he starts using his own will. His will starts a chain reaction.

Drugs start effecting the choices made, and in turn things start to trickle down. Feeling pressured by his own multiple personalities, he starts to listen to the most dominant one. Being nice at first, luring his prey into the warm arms he holds open. The shell of himself reflects a small existence of what he used to be. A killer now.

A murderer. No remorse, no repent.

Using disguises to lurk about the country. Taking what he chooses. Taking what he wills. Starting close to home, then worked his way on through the streets taking advantage of the night. Stealthfully planning every attack. Drawing it out in his head and writing it down on paper. Thinking about every possible outcome to the situation that is about to occur. As he begins to pull the needle from his arm he is ready to slay his next victim. Stronger and faster, not worried about what happens. Just knowing that he is invincible and feels no pain. Sitting on top of the roof he follows a man alone and frail. Pouncing upon him like a lion in the brush, he stabs him until his eyes stop blinking. Taking everything of this man's and stuffing them in a bag.

At first this was just his plan, mug and kill.

Slowly as he continues, it starts to feel right.

Everyone that had done him wrong was in every other person. Seeing a face of someone he knew before. Seeing that person's soul in every body he encounters. His weapon of choice of course is just a simple knife, a lot like Rambo's knife. He is a scared person though, no rushing up on someone from the front....he always gets you when you least expect it. Usually cutting off all of the sking that is on the back.

Locally known now as the "Back Stabber Murders" his killing persist on and can never be traced. He knows when to clean up and what evidence to leave, leading police to many false arrest. Praying on those who have done him wrong, using their dna against them. Breaking ribs with every stab, going through major organs quick and precise....but only enough to wound. He likes to torture, slowly. Peeling the toenails from your feet with his knife. Cuts between your fingers, slow and steady. Razor blades come into play now, he likes them. They are very sharp. Cutting words into his victims back skin and nailing them to their chest. Cutting through the skin with a sharp blade is easy. He strives on that one feeling, that's all he has. Man or Woman he will take them and they will be treated the same. Sodimizing them while he rips their back apart. Tied tight to the floor with ruff sailboat rope, cutting of circulation to the arms and legs. Always face down, while he plays with them. Sometimes he puts a mask on the victims face so that he can't see their emotion. So he can hear them cry. The same song plays over and over and over again....in the background that's all you can hear. Screams deafining, but not overpowering the sound coming from the next room. Recording his hanis crimes, he watches them. He is starting to make this a most sexual thing. Killing is off topic now. Loving them all equally. Feeling them all the same. Women are becoming his favorite though. Working towards two at a time, keeping them locked up. Tied down and able to see what the other is getting done to them. Days and days. Keeping them alive with an IV and colostomy bag. Using his prior schooling towards his advantage. Feeling like this is normal now, he doesn't understand why they are so hateful. Unraveling the band from his arm he rushes up and down.....falling to the floor fast. Running towards the women he hacks them into pieces one at a time. The pain is unbarible, the blood is impossible to clean. Wood floors are stained forever and the echoes of his victims will ring with him forever. Moving on to the next town continuing his taste for what he wills......