I slowly walk away from the scene. Smiling as I go, my hands start to shake a little. I have done this so many times I feel nothing. The only time my hands shake is right after the deed is done. The adrenaline courses through my veins for hours, and I go about my dayly life like I had done nothing this morning. The cops have come by my store many times and have never suspected me. Always at night, the same night as the "event", I go back and clean up the mess. No one knows I do this. As I walk home I see a new target for my bizarre obsession. A pretty little thing with blue eyes and blonde hair. I start to salivate as I contemplate what I would do. But first I must become the other version, to gain the friendship of my new target. Only then will I do the deed. And people wonder why I like to be called
Barry the Chopper.