"He who makes a beast out of himself, gets rid of the pain of being a man"
- Hunter S. Thompson


Rain fell, a constant drone of pitter patter that nulled all other sounds in the night. one could scream and not
be heard. Victor Ledbetter loved that sound. He had just finished pulling his Starflier into the private Hangar on
Planet Erie that was owned by his late brother Devon. He locked up the hangar doors and pulled up the Hood
on his slicker. His mind wandered back to what he had just done. three women, all mid 20's. He could
almost hear the police report in his head. He unlocked the door to the small bungalo he was staying at. one
strangled, one beaten, and one with her throat sliced open. He took off his slicker and hung it up on the
door hanger. He knew what he did was wrong, Barbaric in all its glory. But thats what he was. A Barbarian. He
didnt know why he loved killing women so much, probably because of that sorry excuse for a mother of his. He
hated women, they were only good for one thing. unfortunately that thing was always the thing they DIDNT
want to do. So he made them. every one of them that he found visually appealing. he didnt care about
personality. only to watch it fade from their eyes as he watched them die. writhing in agony, his favorite part.
they were so weak. so undeniably useless to the rest of society. just thinking about it made him want it even
more. to give them what they had coming to them.


Victor Poured himself a glass of Whiskey. He downed the glass in 3 gulps and slammed the glass on the
Kitchen table. He had to go tonight. scope out his latest victim. though he never stayed one place long, he
quite fancied the new Night club downtown, The Bloodline. It was more risque than most clubs down there and
full of scantily clad beautiful women, who loved to party, get drunk and stagger back to their hotel rooms.
Tourists mostly. Yes, he had to go back tonight. He grabbed his slicker off the door hanger and headed out.


For two years Victor had been doing this every night of the weekend religiously. He hadnt been caught
because he was too careful. The pickup, The kill itself, getting rid of the bodies, it was all meticulously done, he
couldnt afford to make a mistake or he would find himself sleepin in a cell at sugarland. he steered his starflier
towards the metropolitan district. the rain had stopped and He found the lights of the city made him euphoric,
as they glistened in the moist air. He could see the Sign for the night club in the distance. already a line
outside. He landed the starflier on a small port dock across from the club. the club itself was 30 stories up from
the ground, a small bridge connected the port dock to the entrance to the club. without leaving the safety of his
starflier, He carefully analyzed the women in line, seeking his prey. so pretty, all done up in their best outfits.
leather and leggings, hair styled and faces plastered with makeup. He spotted one that was close to his type, a
pretty, bubbly little blonde thing, obviously on a girls night out with her friends. The bouncer started letting
everyone into the club. Victor got out of his starflier and headed inside.

"The Line between Genius and Insanity is so fine, they are often mistaken for the other."
- Unknown


Victor watched as his cute blonde prey drank away the night, intrigued at how her demeanor changed after each glass. she went from bubbly and happy, to more sullen, to absolutely crazy in just 2 hours. Victors table in the corner of the bar had the best view of the entire joint. he took his gaze away from the blonde and scanned the crowd. In the opposite corner of the bar was a cute little redhead. she didnt look more than 18 or 19 and she was done up like a little china doll. Her eyes too, scanned the room as she sipped on some fruity drink Victor couldnt possibly identify. hmm, possible round 2? he stared intently at her. something about this girl was different. she had a sort of, Coldness in her eyes that he had never seen before. His prey was leaving the club. it was now or never. Victor stood up, wired 20 sirius credits to the bar from the reader at his table and followed her towards the door.

Victor quickly raced to his starflier, he was lucky the girl was leaving alone. He hopped into the cockpit and turned on the ignition just as the girl walked into the elevator that lead down to the ground. He quickly swooped his starflier over the dock and descended to the bottom of the starport.

He arrived just as the girl was leaving the starport and she staggardly followed the sidewalk east. It began to rain again. how perfect could this be. pulled the ship next to the girl and opened his cockpit. "Maam, i cant bear let a perty girl like you walk home in the rain, please, can i give you a ride". a charm he learned from his brother, now dead, gunned down by the Liberty Navy. The girl looked up at him staggeringly and then stared to the sky. "Yeah its really comin down aint it? I suppose so, thank you so much sir." he strafed the ship closer to the sidewalk and she climbed in. How easy could it possibly get? victor thought as he closed the cockpit and shot off into the night.