“I’m a serial killer,” I said, “we look like everyone else.”
“Dude,” the Cowboy replied, “total copout.”
I laughed, mentally noting to kill him.
But first, the Slutty Nurse, still grinning at my eye for detail as my straight razor went “snicker-snack” across her throat.
Alone and unprepared. Wonderful…
Then, time for the Cowboy. Icepick to the neck while he smoked behind the house. Never saw me coming. They never do.
Later, washing off blood in the bathroom sink, I heard a voice behind me.
But saw nothing in the mirror.
“Tonight,” it whispered “we look like everyone else too.”