Teaching the amateur.

A note at the door blood-soaked handwritten sloppy work already,

how did I not see it on the monitor? "I admire your Vision."

Oh great, I've inspired another.

An amateur that will get himself sent to the chair

or worse hanging somewhere in a tree

with a letter pointing back to me.

"let's get together have encountered." How to go about this? Yeah, Sure.

I would love to hunt down some people, murder them with you. Then what?

They take their last breath. of them drowning in their own blood.

Do we both fall in love? What is this some kind of date?

"Come by your original kill if you accept my offering."

He is clever I'll give him that; A midnight snack who is obsessed;

what finger-licking fascinating notion.

Drove around a few times contemplating was I deceived,

Attempting not to be exposed. Finally,

see a man sit where my victim formerly sat hemorrhaging.

Out of the car, my heart racing trying to keep my composure as

I begin contemplating. the bandanna concealing my expression.

"Would you like something to eat? "

He sat with a black zip-up hoodie on and a mask to match.

His voice was like thunder deep and sinister;

yet you could tell he couldn't keep it for long he was young.

He is trying to keep me from knowing,

this fact but giving it way almost like eye color.

Still warm and bloody. A bit of a cheek resembles

Mincemeat handed to me almost as if he craved it a few moments ago.

nobody around nothing just us and the lamplight above us.

"I know it isn't the best but I was just getting fast food.

"you could tell he smirked with his puny remark as

I looked upon his work with repugnance.

He has a lot to discover about dissecting. This is all so bittersweet

I'll be picking him from my teeth before the night ends,

I thought to myself before he spoke again.

" Sorry, I shouldn't joke, I'm just nervous.

This moment has played over in my head;

I've been waiting for this for years.

You have the highest death toll in history for serial killers.

Taking jack the ripper and Hannibal lector for mentors,

you have evaded the FBI for the last 10 years.

You're a god." He rambled on.

" full-on Phenomenon"

how could I kill the Aristocrat copycat?

looked like a Detached insomniac

I flashback to my first maniac attack.

where I found my Vlad

he took me in helping to understand my habit

the new world of combat and