The Story of Purple Guy

A killer was born.

It was late September in 1929 and Vincent was 1 day old in the hospital. His mom; April, and dad, Mark, were very happy. When they took him home they could tell he was different, not like other babies. Anything purple, Vincent LOVED. Mark thought it was a little strange. "Hun, do you ever wonder why he likes the color purple so much?" He asked. "Maybe he likes it because it's bright. It's not strange at all. You know Margie's kid, Scott?" She asked. "Yep." "Well Scott if OBSESSED with their telephone. It's just a phase Mark." "Ok, I guess." He said reluctantly. "It's still..weird."