by Josh Shiels

Created on: October 18, 2008   Last Updated: October 25, 2008

A man wrapped in plastic never seemed to bother me, I have done this before, 100 times over, then why is this man bothering me? I feel alive, yet dead at the thought of taking another life. Satan has been my silent passenger on my trips through both heaven and hell yet he seems to have left me tonight. I have a passion when it comes to killing, its makes my blood pump through my veins so fast I feel like I would begin to bust open like the gates of hell and all my fluids would flow on the ground below me. I couldn't kill him not right now anyway, so he will have to stay here until I find my passenger again, or until I find the anger that this man isn't giving me, I wonder if he is as scared as I am? My heart is locked in my passengers personal box and he has the key, and whoever says killers have no heart, hasn't met one before.

So I left the abandoned warehouse, without a sound, he is strapped to the operating table with tape and plastic so he isn't going anywhere, but the sun will be up in 3 hours so I needed to hurry.

I jumped into the car and turned onto the highway to search for somebody easy, somebody that wont put up much of a struggle, though I needed this to last, a good kill is like a good meal you want it to last and get the most out of it. I couldn't find anyone, the highway was strangly quiet, it's L.A, nothing is quiet here, then I felt this calm flow through me, then followed like always with a adrenaline rush, then followed with anger, I never knew how to deal with anger I guess thats why I became so good at my chosen trade. I pulled over to the side of the highway, I needed a pick-me-up, something to boost my spirits, I laid the white powder over the pentagram I carved into the dash this morning, snorted it, then kept driving south to Burbank, the feeling of power and safty flowed through me, my body tiggeling, its a nice feeling, though the neighbourhood is nicer, and I hate nice neighbourhoods, there always full of pretentious people that in my eyes haven't deserved anything. Then bang as I was turning off the highway, I saw a car pull onto it in the distance and this one felt good, really good, so I sped up to be at a safe enough distance for the driver not to notice me, it was a small blue Ford and there was the silhouettes of two people, the driver looked tall and was more than likely a male, and I could just see the top of the passengers head, so it's either a child or a smaller person. I followed for around 3 miles and then they turned

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