by Svalbard

Created on: January 27, 2009

Sherbet Cole

His name was Sherbet Cole and he was 73 years old. Mr. Cole was courteous to all he met and very few of his acquaintances had a bad word to say about the old man. Iron grey hair framed a handsome face that bore all of his 73 years well. Few wrinkles blemished Sherbet's skin and the man always seemed to sport a smile for the world. It was a secretive smile that hinted at hidden mysteries. Maybe it was the smile that stopped acquaintances from becoming friends. If questioned most people would look puzzled if they were asked of any details to Sherbet Cole's life. If pressed they might talk of a strange disquiet they felt when in the man's presence. And if further questioned they might point to Sherbet's eyes for their feeling on unease. For Sherbet Cole's eyes were pools of darkness.

Sherbet Cole was a serial killer. He was no ordinary killer, for he killed only once every year. Stranger still he was a random slayer and moved on once the deed was done. Sherbet was adept at his special calling. For forty-nine years he had plied his trade across the length and breath of the country. His ambition, for this is how he saw it, was to murder a person in every state of the United States, before he 'retired'. Odder again he only ever killed on New Year's Eve. It was a clever tactic for a life-long serial killer. No friends to speak of, a nomadic lifestyle and especially no signature for the cops to trace. Cole's signature was the randomness of his act.

Let us look a little at the history of Sherbet Cole. He was born into a wealthy family, an only child. His upbringing was one of privilege and he had attended the best schools in Massachusetts, going on to study briefly at Harvard. The sojourn in Harvard was brought short by the tragic deaths of his parents in a motor car accident. Inheriting a vast wealth Sherbet Cole quit his studies and went home to live at the family home in the Hamptons. What then turned this rich, young man into a sadistic killer? If you were to ask him, he would not be able to tell you. It is a mystery that has puzzled Sherbet Cole his whole life. He might talk of the enjoyment he receives out of seeing the terror in his victims eyes before killing the light in them.

His first victim was a prostitute. He picked the woman up one freezing New Year's Eve night in down town Boston. As she led him down into a dark ally he gently put his hands around her neck and slowly squeezed the life out of her. Why did he choose to do what he did? He would

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