"You know the feeling that you get, the feeling when you just know you've found someone?"
"Well, that's how he felt some time ago..."
"Really? You mean that psycho actually has a heart?"
"Had... had. That's the key word here. He had a heart..."
"Interesting. Tell me about it?"
"Yeah well, they met somewhere. Actually wait...he found her somewhere. He was on a mission kinda thing, you know?"
"Yeah, yeah i get it..."
"Well, so... he found her. She was like this princess from some forbidden kingdom. I don't know the details of her past, but heck, she was like snow white. My god, I've only seen her once, but i tell ya...she's a real beauty. Not just the looks, but she's got this...this thing about her, you know?"
"Wow... a playboy like you falling in love?"
"Hah hah... yeah, right. But really, it's no joke, you know? Well she was his everything. Nothing ever mattered after..."
"Oh hey, i got to go. Got this stupid meeting i have to get to. You tell me the story some other time, huh?
"Yeah...yeah, sure thing. But, just think about it... For some guy to go nuts like he has, my gawd, she must've been something, you know?"
"Yeah...i think maybe more. C'ya."
Somewhere not too close, yet not too far away, the maniacal killer stood on the top of a building. There was a strong breeze blowing from the south. It stroked his long, greying hair. The man just stood there, unphased and seemingly away from reality. He was brooding again.
"I'll make them understand. All of them. All..of...them... They shall know my pleasure in pain!"
He had a wicked sort of laughter. The type that even an undertaker would think twice before approaching. The type that one would imagine belonging to a dead-man-walking.
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