OK, so I would naturally go along with it.
I would hunt homeless people. Not that their life is any less valuable, well...it is and it isn't, and I would slowly clean up the streets.
I would scope the area's locally to me where they gather. Then at about 3AM silently knife one through the neck. I have a family so I would need to
keep this secret from my loving partner and 4 children. I have the perfect alibi as the company I work for get computer part delivery requests at all
hours of the night.
I would drive to all areas and do my best to make sure there is no pattern except the fact i am killing homeless people. I would never kill a child,
even a homeless child, and I would generally spare women too.
I would slowly improve my technique of killing silently and efficiently and also undertake physical workout to maintain peak fitness and strength.
At some point I will need to change my targets because police would be setting up traps to catch me. I would need to move onto some harder targets.
Gangs. Now, I'm a fast runner so I could stalk the streets at night and set my own trap. Look all alone and vulnerable, run from said group and see if
I can learn their movements when chasing someone. Eventually I should be able to single out the fastest amongst them, and once they turn a corner at
high speed they are stopped suddenly, again by my blade being run through their stomach, and then quickly down through their throat. Getting away now
seems far more difficult. With more chasing me, and my stamina running out, my plans are starting to become more messy...and if I am caught by the
group fighting my way out leaves me very injured, but still alive. Change of plan.
Suit. Tie. Plastic folder with funeral plans. Hospitals and senile patients. Lonely rooms and switched off monitors...and finally....a long kiss
I'm getting older...and it's getting harder...I've lost my wife and my children due to the psychological damage I have caused myself from continuing
this crusade to save the Human race. I struggle to even remember the abduction and wonder if it was all a dream. The whispers have stopped. The
nightmares are of only the faces I have taken. i can no longer see that which sent me on my task. The time is approaching. It's been 30 days...nearly
the end of the month....and i can't help but sit there rocking back and forth, not wanting to go out again....to see their face....to feel the warmth
of their breath, or the stickiness of their blood......
The 31st day.......I wait. I cry. I hold the photo of my loved ones close to me. I can't go on any longer. I hope that what was once shown to me was
just an illusion. They didn't have that technology. I am just crazy. It was all in my mind.
edit on 11-2-2013 by LightAssassin because: (no reason given)