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It had taken a great deal of planning, but I was finally here. More importantly, that raping son of a bitch was finally lying on the ground by my feet, right where he should be. I’d been following him for a while now, mapping his movements like you can be sure he’d mapped mine before that thrice cursed day in July. How do I know? Well, he’s currently stalking a blond little thing who works at the local drugstore. Or well, he was. He won’t be stalking anyone ever again though, I’ve made sure of that.

After having shot him with the tranquilizer it was no trouble at all to get the dirty work done. For a moment as his terrified eyes stared into mine while the toxic worked its magic I felt tempted to torture him a bit. I was going to carve up his body real pretty like after the fact, why not do it while he was still conscious enough to enjoy it? But that wasn’t why I was here and it wasn’t my way so instead I tied him up and went to get everything together.

When I returned he’d closed his eyes completely and as my faculties had returned; I was thankful for that. He may be scum, but still. As silently and swiftly as I had acted during the whole evening I positioned the bucket I’d gotten from his cleaning closet and slit his throat. The excess blood landed in the bucket as planned with only a miniscule amount landing on the plastic bag I’d draped over my face for this part. I removed the plastic bag carefully and waited for the blood to slow. Then I positioned the body at a better angle and cut through the fabric of his tee. Having done this I took one of his brushes and dipped it in the still warm blood. With quick and exact movements I drew a double banishing circle around the body and filled in some appropriate symbols. Then I stepped into the circle and started carving his flesh. The face, the stomach, the hands and after having removed his shoes and socks I also carved symbols into his feet. This was looking like quite the little offering ceremony if I did say so myself. Very nice.

With everything done I went and put on the man’s favorite music. Of course it was one of the classics, what self respecting psycho didn’t listen to Beethoven while contemplating their nefarious crimes? As silently and unobtrusively as I had entered through the window by the fire escape, just as silently did I leave through the front door, locking it behind me. I hadn’t even had to search for the key since it had sat right on top of his kitchen table.

I joined the celebrating people on the streets and threw away the key at the appropriate moment. Going with the flow I soon found myself by the great Halloween fire in the park. In my backpack the plastic bag, the tranquilizer gun and darts and the ritual knife weighed heavily. Staying for a while after my restlessness had set in I then made my way deeper into the small forest and cut at an angle out onto another festive street while intentionally dropping the knife where someone might see it. 5 to 1 it wouldn’t be anywhere near there come morning. The plastic bag with its damning blood I threw in an unattended trashcan fire. Catching a cab to the other side of town I made my way to yet another alley and dumpster where I got rid of the tranquilizer gun. A second cab ride brought me even father away from the scene of the crime and that’s where I got rid of the tranquilizer darts. Two hours and 15 minutes had passed since I left the apartment.

My third cab ride took me to another park with another small forest. I removed my gloves and ninja attire there and stuffed it in my backpack after having taken from it my new costume and a make-up remover cloth. I removed the heavy eye make-up I’d worn as well before putting on my black and red cape, black and red silk mask and fake vampire teeth. Forcing myself to stay out celebrating a while longer I tried to ignore the various sirens that echoed through town. Halloween was a busy night for cops and ambulances. Poor guys, maybe they’d get to the apartment and think they had a serial killer on the lose? Oh well, they should have done their job better from the beginning. Then I wouldn’t have had to.