Prosthetics

“Even if you run I will find you…”

I’ve just woken up, and I can feel the itch at the back of my neck start. Its getting worse these days, which means I’m probably gonna succumb to its needs more often. That isn’t a good thing, as fun as they may be; cuz if I do it too much, more chance of me being caught. Which is never a good thing. Big slam of the metal gates, and probably the chair for me then, or gas, or whatever it is those bloody morons use these days.

“I’ve decided I want you…”

Get ready man, get yourself together. You’re going hunting again, you need focus, need to be ethereal, not seen, like that Predator creature from the movies, just more stylish, more clean. You don’t flay the bitches, sure, but you take trophies too. You can’t go invisible, so wear what makes you unseen. Stop that bitching. Get up, go wash your face. Yes, that’s it, be what you are.

“Now I know, I need…”

I’ve given myself a few splashes in the bathroom sink and look up into the mirror. That’s my face I see there, but even I can see there’s something else behind those eyes. Something wrong. In my own eyes damnit. I know what I need is wrong, but it’s oh so good. I love the feel of them squirming under me as I push my blade in deeper. Sometimes it isn’t my blade I push in, but it still feels just as good. Call me what you will, I’m the cleaner here, the man who gets rid of your unneeded waste. You say those people mattered to you? Those bitches and fuckheads who run around with their prissy little clothes and attitudes. Better than me are you? Well we’ll see again, tonight the itch is bad, real bad; I think I might just take two playthings home tonight.

“If you can’t be bought, tougher than I thought….”

Right, now that you’re in the right frame of mind, lets get you ready. Wear that old coat you got from that wino you killed the first time. Yeah, tonight you’re gonna need to be part of the underworld. Great, now muss your hair up, good that looks real authentic, some dirt might help. There we go, nice and filthy. Now get your tools; check them first, make sure they’re still sharp and worthy to use, don’t wanna soil our work with the stains of another do we? No, no, no, bad idea. Doesn’t taste as good.

“Keep in mind, I am with you…”

My blades are clean and ready, not a drop of blood on them; shiny and beautiful, ready for the night’s festivities. My throwing knives, for when the prey doesn’t wanna sit still, my bear claw, for when I’m closer to them, and my little hand held bone saw, for those extra special moments. My hands are shaking as a run them over the blades, the anticipation almost too much for me to handle. I take a deep breath, calm myself, and strap my little bandolier to my waist, inside my coat and the tattered shirt I’ve found to help me blend in with tonight’s actions.

“Never left out fate…”

Now that you’re ready, lets step outside. We walk, we move down to Bourbon Street. Good party area, it hasn’t remained one of New Orleans’s most famous districts for no reason you know. Yeah, we’ll hunt here tonight. With the riches comes the filth, and that’s where you’ll be hiding. Watching, finding that couple who called your name out while you were sleeping. Remember them? Those beautiful blue eyes of the blond girl, that mean smile on her boyfriends face. Yes, its gonna be fun making her watch what you do to him, or maybe she’ll be first. Those soft lips, those hips; I bet you’re dying to see what her breasts look like without that flimsy silk dress covering them. What they’ll look like with her lifeblood pouring down them. Excited now, aren’t we? Patience, that’s what I’ve always taught you. Patience and stealth. Be like the Predator. Don’t let them know you’re coming.

“Can’t concentrate…”

I reach my destination, and assume the disguise. I start digging in the trash, the bin closest to the vehicle I know belongs to my prey. They’ll be out soon, I know they will. I’ve never been wrong before, all thirteen times. Tonight is different though. I can feel it. I think tonight I’m gonna let the world know I’m here. Show them that there’s something to be afraid of. Instead of worrying about all their needless crap, their televisions with three thousand channels, their football, their neckties and dresses, their petty credit cards and life assurance policies. Tonight these two are gonna become famous. They’ll thank me when their souls are burning in the hell I’m gonna send them to.

“Even if you run…”

Here they come, you can feel them, can’t you? My, we are gonna have fun with them tonight. Gonna fuck them till their life bleeds out of their pores. Gonna make them scream. Gonna tear away all that they think is real. He’s about to open the car door for her. Oh, a gentleman is he? She giggles flirtatiously. Calm down, I know that makes you angry, just stick with the plan. Go up to him now, ask him for some spare change. Then all will be underway…

“You will be mine, fucking you will be mine, fuckingyouwillbemine!!!”