I, Maniac.

So I wait, even though I hate waiting.
I concentrate - tune my mind in on the cosmic song. And wait.

Then it starts - the world turns red and my eyes are filled with the blood of the sacrifice.
Slowly - as if to taunt me further - the red mist begins to clear and a face materializes to my view.

I know this one too! I know the face of my victim.
This makes it so much better, so much more of a challenge.

YES a challenge!
I need to be even more skillfull to do it and remain unseen and undiscovered.
Some police are actually quite good at catching killers so I do nothing to help them on thier way.

I pack my tool bag with my instruments of deliverence.
I am talented at my work, and that isn'y an idle boast...
Death can come as quickly or as slowly as I choose.
I pause in front of my cabinet. Various blades and weapons glint coldly back at me.
I make my choices. I select one of my longest blades, a fine poinyard made in the Spanish Toledo style.

I take great pride in my tools, so I only use the best.
The slender blade, nearly two and a half feet in length - the moulded teflon handle, wrapped in special tape that doesn't slip even when covered in the blood of the sinner.
Yes, a fine choice to cleanse the world of one more maggot. The grim reaper favours the sickle, but I prefer to move with the times.
I always carry a .38 pistol as a back up, just to cover all eventualities - but the blade is always my weapon of choice.

Time to move, the moon is high and the face of tonights prey is clear in my mind.

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