The Top 8 Chapter 1

My name is....well, you don't need to know my name. It is of no importance and is not really relevant to this story in the making. Why would I tell you anyway? I have to conceal my identity. No one will ever know who inflicts unbearable pain and suffering to his many victims that ultimately leads to their deaths. I have a fascinating mind and a vivid imagination that often assists me in what I generally love to do: kill. I need no motive because all I need is that sudden urge to lash out irrationally. Am I deranged? Do I need help? I dont even feel obligated to answer those fucking questions. In todays society, psychologists and all types of different doctors often try to find the core of a serial killers destructive rage. They will never figure me out because I have made it a top priority to never get caught. Whats the definition of a serial killer? I have recently read that serial killers are people who kill on at least three occasions with a cooling period. They tend to be white, heterosexual males in their twenties and thirties who are sexually dysfunctional and have low self-esteem. Do people honestly believe that? I am a perfect example of a different breed of serial killers. I dont believe I fit the whole description. The definition is very stereotypical and it makes me not getting caught even better because these people wont expect a guy like me. Im white and heterosexual but I am not in my twenties or thirties. I can at least give away this information: I am nineteen years of age. I think Im totally misrepresented here. I am a nonchalant opportunist. I see the opportunity to kill and I strike without any thought of remorse and I dont fucking care. Im relentless. When I get finished with all my business, I will make sure that I change that uneducated definition. I am always searching for new setups to kill people. How to choose my victims is the best part, I think. Myspace took my enjoyment of this special craft to a whole new level. Tom is a fucking genius! He is placing these people right into my hands and he doesnt even realize that he will be an accessory to eight murders. You all heard correct. In two weeks time, my top eight will all be deceased. It is brilliant! I get sexually aroused just thinking about it. I possess the power to choose who lives or dies and I fucking enjoy it tremendously!!! Have u ever met a conceited killer like me? Shit, you probably haven't even met a killer, but I'm not one to assume. Enough with all the small talk! Lets get down to business!

                        I lounge inside my off-campus apartment on a Friday night with my laptop facing me as I type away to my first victim. Yes, you people read correct: I am a college student. A killer has to be educated in order to successfully get away with several murders. I have to stay one step ahead of my victims and the proper authorities. My apartment consists of one bedroom, one bath, excellent closet space, small kitchen, and an average sized living room area. I killed a young woman three months ago inside her home and before I exited the scene, I noticed she had some useful house items like lamps, curtains, kitchen utensils, sheet and bedding, etc. The bitch has exquisite taste in decorating and I salvaged what I could and turned my pad out. It looked better than before. Im not real big on fixing shit up but would u expect a killer to spend his weekend parading around the house, dusting, mopping, waxing, and making sure my place was of its highest quality? I think not. To tell the truth, my apartment looked utterly ridiculous. Myspace is to blame because for the past three weeks, I did nothing but sit online and get to know my eight victims. Myspace was like a drug, and I took every hit I possibly could to feed my addiction. Mix that in with my constant murder cravings and you have a caged animal just waiting to bust loose. The sound of rap music blared through my speakers as my future victims page had T.I.s What U Know track featured on her profile. It seemed like everyone on here had some type of T.I. song and she wasnt any exception. I clicked on my homepage and saw that I had a new message. I instantly clicked on the link and waited patiently on the loading process to see what she had written me.  I saw her picture and under it read the name, Ashley.  She was a sight to see. Blonde hair, cute smile, and eyes that changed color.  Her teeth were nice and white with no sign of any dental flaws. I loved a woman with a beautiful set of pearly whites. I didnt even add her as my friend, which was shocking to me because it felt as if it were destined for me to kill her. I take my destiny in my own hands so that was a good sign because she would replace her neck with destiny. Not that I would strangle her to death or anything of the sort, but you get my drift. We talked for almost two weeks and she lived on campus, which was a definite plus. The message read:

You want 2 come to my dorm for a lil fun?!!

I wrote back immediately and snickered under my breath because she had no idea what kind of fun I wanted to have.

Sure, are u alone?

My stomach churned. I always get these intense cramps just before I plan to attack. I dont know why but dont assume that anything is wrong with me.

I waited for her reply with a sly, devilish smile on my face, minus the stomach cramp.

Yea, my roommate is home for the weekend and most of the dorm is either out partying or outside having a party their damn selves!

Yes!!!! She is a fool! She is going to wish she left for the weekend.