I was sitting on a park bench this afternoon, watching the unknowing and ignorant walk past me and I began to wonder to myself, “What makes the perfect victim?” Clearly, people are living in simple bliss, not knowing a monster is among them, so how does this monster decide what makes for a perfect victim. To the unknowing, people like me take their rage out on random people, the ‘unlucky’, but it’s more than that. These people aren’t ‘unlucky’, they’re chosen, so, how do I choose them?
Do I follow my predecessors in serial infamy and follow a pattern, which eventually leads to their downfall. As much as I enjoy the faux celebrity that follows my path of destruction, it would do me no good to get caught so, no, no patterns.
I like to choose victims based on a feeling I get when I see them, you can consider it a twisted take on ‘love at first sight’ Victims look like victims to me as soon as I see them, they have a glow about them, just as a young couple has a glow surrounding them. You may not know it but you give off an aura when your life is ripe for the taking, and I’ve yet to regret one of my choices, as the last breath of life left their soon to be life and soulless bodies, I knew I was justified.
There really is no perfect victim, just as there is no one soul mate. People are in your life for a season, and it just so happens that I enter lives as those seasons are coming to a close.