Just Your Typical Madman

     Ah!  Look at it here!  Another typical madman case here for the state department to investigate.  I swear so many of these cases come to our office nowadays.  I swear, they just keep finding these guys left and right.  I don't know why the marked this file as urgent and this one guy as a priority to catch.  They're all bad if you ask me, but nothing is gonna change the mind of a guy who finds it all too easy to catch a madman.

     I mean, look at this guy!  He looks like a killer just from the suspect photos we've got on record for him!  I could pick this guy out from a crowd and just walk away with him, knowing no one would question that this guy had committed a crime.  This case is clearly textbook.  The only thing I don't get is why this guy hasn't been caught already.  I mean, just look at that face!  It just spells killer!  Ugh!  I'm getting ahead of myself!  I need to check the files on this guy.  Let's see what we already know.

     So this guy's name is Sean White, he was a foster kid growing up, and was tortured by the "White Snake" killer as a child.  I think this case is pretty clean cut and textbook.  Guy gets tortured for many years and slowly has his mind deteriorated into being that of another madman turned serial killer.  We already know who this guy is, and have a warrant for his arrest, so why is it so hard to find this fuck?

      Maybe I can find this guy myself before everyone else does.  I already know more about this guy than anyone else!  He relies on a heavy knife and stealth to get the kill.  He's a cunning bastard, but not impossible to fight off or capture.  I'll always have the upper hand on this guy as long as I keep a sane mind on the matter.   I'm still two steps ahead of him.  Wait!  What's this?  Why wasn't this page stapled to the rest of the file?  Oh.  This is a list of detectives who have died.  Well, I don't see the concern in my case, none of them are from this district.  Wait!  Brent's name is on this list.  But, that's impossible, his case was a confirmed suicide.

     "Are you so sure about that?"

     My blood ran cold as I heard his voice.  There was no question in my mind that Sean was standing right behind me.  I replied to him calmly, trying to avoid the fear in my voice.  "What do you want, Sean?"

      "Oh, now it's just rude to talk to me with your back turned.  Here, let me turn this entire conversation around!"

       He grabbed my chair and spun me around to face him.  But as soon as I saw his face, I truly got chills down my spine.  His teeth were irregular and jagged, his eyes lacked any light in them, and his very breath could be felt with him being just inches away from me.  He slowly raised his blade up to face me.  I reached over to grab my handgun that was resting on top of the desk, but he stabbed his blade into my wrist, pinning my arm against the desk and causing my blood to pour out over the evidence files.

      "Why do you wanna draw this encounter to a close so quickly Jack?  That's right, Jack.  I know your name and know that you're aware of who I am.  So, I guess it's time to fill the role of a madman and do my job."

        Before I could respond to him, he lifted up the blade out of the hole in my wrist and knocked me out with the weighted of the blade.  I later woke up tied to my chair with my suit having been removed.  My undergarments remained on, but I quickly came to realize that lines had been traced under my shirt.  He placed his knife close to my neck and muttered this to himself.  "Hmm....if I cut here, the skin should come off clean.  No, no, no!  I need to cut at the stomach."

     I couldn't bring myself to say anything to him other than this.  "Why are you doing this?  Why are you doing this to me?  Just kill me already! "

     He laughed in a way only a true Madman could, then gave me a grin that made me wish for death to come soon. "Oh, you know!  I'm just your Typical Madman!  I just can't help myself!  I just have to play with a new toy as soon as I get my hands on it."  I felt a sinking feeling as he pulled out a grey mask, one that was made of skin that had been neatly crafted together.  He placed up to my face, almost to serve as a model for what he would do to my face next.  "You wanted me to show myself and to show how I'm just your average madman, then I guess it's time for me to play with my new toy."  He twisted the knife inside of my gut, driving his point home.  He leaned in close to me, whispering into my ear so I couldn't mistake what was coming next.  "So let's play, Jack.  Let's play!"


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