disclaimer: I never thought the day would come when I'd write again. I've been rejeuvenated by the movie so let's see what happens shall we? I have disturbing thoughts lurking around my head again so if you don't like this form of fiction-don't read it.
 
 
 

 Paradox
Laura W.

Take One: Are you alone?
 

My dearest friends.
You've returned to me so it seems. I've been behaving myself quite nicely. Acting like a perfect angel so to speak. No one would dare question to me as to what happened to our dear Miss Parker. No one would have guessed, not even you. Since that day on the beach she has somewhat changed. Not completely as I had hope but progress is being made slowly but surely.

You have to admit, I'm the man.

She comes to me now. Always requesting my aid. You know since her "temporary fall" she has been decent. No snarling,no glares, not even a dirty look my way. Who would have thought that to make her behave herself she would would have to suffer? And at my hands no less.

Ah, but I still have a sore spot for her.

Angel. Don't think so.

You have to admit that I was able to express my frustration so beautifully. It took what..30 victims  to slow me down?

Killing isn't necessarily a bad thing...when you have a legit reason for it.

Not that I'm saying it's good but you have to  understand what you do is your fault, no one else's.

And I take full responsibility for my part.

I would also admit it but you know I've got a daughter that needs me and I don't want to be executed in the state of Maryland.

But you want to know what it was like?

Are you nuts?

Do you want to experience the pangs of loneliness?

Feel trapped in your mind and you can't break free? To be the whipping boy?

Just kidding.

I'm well aware of what I did and I did it for a simple reason.

I liked it.
Hell is not a place. It is an obsession with a face and a name. It torments you because it lives inside.

It's not a second skin that you can shed. It doesn't disappear. Well...not that easily.

I read that somewhere and I found it to be very true.

I was obsessed with my boss and when she rejected me it nearly killed me.

So I almost killed her!

So there.

Please don't talk to me about therapy. It doesn't always work. People fake it most of the time.

You know...recovery.

I for one will not be willing to waste anyone's time. they have to make time for me.

"Hey Broots, this just came for you."

"Thanks."

Idiot. I could deliver shit like this quicker than he
 can. And look at the date. This was delivered over a
 fucking week ago. I swear buddy if only...

Temper temper.

I will control myself. I can do this. Ripping this crap off. Oh how nice a cute note.

I hate cute notes.

Jesus Christ.

I can't breathe.

I can't breathe.

The card slipped through his hands.

"Broots? Are you alright? Hey!"

Why is the world spinning? Was the room always that color?

"Hey, someone get in here quick!"

I plan perfectly. Always! ALWAYS!

"Breathe man."

Two aides were holding his head while another ran down the narrow hall.

If you yell in my ear one more time I'll rip you throat out.

"Help me!"

For the love...

They didn't notice the little card beside the body with a picture that displayed a neat message.

'I know your dirty little secret'
 
 
 
 

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Enjoyed the movie and got some help from our dear pal Alex. Only wish that I don't become demented as he is.

disclaimer: they're not mine, they belong to a network who knows how to treat them well. anything else i take blame for.
 
 

Dear Mr Broots:

I know this may come as a shock to you but I am your biggest admirer. I'm sorry that my approach to you came as a shock but I had to find some way to grab your attention.

You might be surprised what one can find on the street. I was enrapt with your work that at times I found myself fantasizing and acting out your beautiful work. What else is there to say?

I must add however, I am greatly disappointed in the way you have ended the games. You let her a live! A fault that we will deal with the coming of time.

If you are wondering how I managed to learn of your name and your workplace you must also know that I know where you live. Your daughter is quite striking. I
think that with a little influence she can be as "creative" as her father.

How do I know all this? Stop asking that question. Good investigating on my part I believe. Like you I think detail is an important matter. The key is not what they see but what you want them to see. Isn't this true? At least from my perspective there was something to see.

Just to let you know, you will be unable to trace this. Everything that happens will occur between you and myself. Am I making myself clear?  I hope to see you soon.
 

                                Your worthy adversary,
                                  l.
 
 
 

If there is a God in heaven please kill me now. I cannot and will not put my daughter in danger.  What is that? Blood? Psycho signed it in blood. Where have I seen that before?
 
 

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