Logan Shawn Mitchell

I watched James walk out and I took a deep breath before walking into the room. My eyes fell on the wooden table; they then landed on the man who had snatched Katie. I closed the door and walked to the window. My mind was racing and I couldn't help but pace to the door again. I knocked on the wall three times, to anxious with questions to even act remotely sane. I had so many questions I had to ask him. I went over to the window, gazing at the eight-story fall, trying to organize my thoughts, even imagine how it must have felt for her to die.

"I'm not hear to beat you, beat you, or even get mad at you. I just want to talk to you, I'm Logan Mitchell." I finally spoke once I got my head together.

"Tony Valencia. Katie didn't talk about you as much."

"I'm not surprised, or hurt either. I didn't expect her to. We were too much alike to actually foil each other." Silence fell on the room as I paced the floor.

"Why… Why are you?"

"Well my mother really liked my dad and my father really liked drunk bimbo's. Two minutes later I was conceived. Then I was named after my shotgun toting grandfather."

"No. That's not what I meant. Why are you here? In this room, in this situation? Why Katie? Why were you pushed to do this? I want to see the human side of you. I want to understand why you tore my family apart. The only one I have left. Why? Did some uncle take you in the game closet and touch you? Did your father beat you and buy you prostitutes? Or was it your mother? Please explain your hatred of women and why you were so pent up with sexual frustration and rage that you had to take that kittle girl and defile her before sucking the life form her? Why are you still alive when she isn't? Please explain it. I want to hear your side of the story." I said slamming my hand on the table.

He leaned back in his chair, his long mangy chin-length blonde hair falling out of his face.

"That's interesting. Someone wanting to know the why, or rather the because. Wanting to delve into my past. Trying to pinpoint the exact moment when I decided to be the way I am. I can't give you the exact moment when I started to like children. I mean, I've seen a woman's body before. But it was never beauty to me. There were too many scars, stretch marks, and hair. I absolutely abhor body hair. It's downright disgusting. That's why I liked your other little friend, James I think it was, he's so pretty and petite and hairless. God I loved how hairless he was. Oh the things I do to him." He groaned a little and I shuddered.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I don't want to hear about you lusting after James." He laughed at me.

"What no one lusts after you?"

"This isn't about me and I really don't care to delve into my lustability." I shuddered at the totally made up word. "Let's talk about you."
" well anyway… They just always turned me on. I first began when I was ten. I couldn't help but stare at my best friends little sister. She was five then, and then when I turned fifteen, well she was ten and still so hairless and so clean. I just wanted her so bad. So I took her behind a shed and… god it felt so good. She never told and I moved later on. She just got so unattractive as she grew up. Then I wanted them younger and younger. I couldn't help myself, boy, girls, whatever I could get my hands on. You know the younger they are, the tighter they are. Well except for Katie…" He just stopped talking, abandoning the sentence altogether.

"Anyhow. Maybe it stemmed from getting beat as a child, then my father bringing little prostitots home. Or maybe my mother whoring herself out on the corner, or maybe it was my uncle Pete taking me into the games closet and playing tetherball with my dick. Who can tell when it started? But tell me. What's up with you? You're trying to get into my head so bad, your nuts are practically on my shoulder. What happened to you? Are you trying to understand why your father would do something so sick as taking innocence from of his baby boy? Tearing a hole in his ass and his soul. Taking the life out of him with every thrust he makes? Are you trying to dissect me to dissect your father? To see how his mind worked because he loved to diddle kids too. You can't base other people on a psycho, can you? Well unless you're a psycho. Are you afraid of being a psycho? Do you hate the fact that you fight urges all the time. Urges to kill. To wring the neck of the motherfucker who ruined your life."

"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Stop trying to dissect me. I'm trying to understand you. To be nice and keep from hating you. Because that's what I'm supposed to do. Don't try to get into my head. There's no way you'll be able to decipher it. Tell me. Why did you do it?"

I asked, my chest rising heavily. I fell into the chair in front of him

"Simple. Human nature."

"What you did to that girl wasn't human nature. It was animalistic."

"Well in the animal kingdom there's no so called 'rape'. It's mating.

"And when an animal mates with the wrong female, its throat gets ripped out by her true mate."

"Katie had another mate?" He cocked his eyebrow.

"Do you even have any remorse? After taking a innocent soul, don't you feel bad?"

"Will you?" he said, letting the front legs of his chair go in the air.

I got up and pushed the chair in before walking out of the room.

"Carlos…" I said, nodding towards the door.