The Blonde Butcher

Chapter Four

I think I'm evolving. I can feel myself becoming better at this. People wonder why anyone would do something that horrible to those innocent women, but they're not innocent at all. The police woman is determined to catch me. She's always present on the crime scenes. How do I know this? I'm standing right there on the side-line watching them photograph and poke around my artwork. It's a beautiful thing I do, ridding the world of garbage. I'm cleansing Chicago of these wretched creatures that would dare call themselves women. I don't dislike women, not at all, I'm quite fond of Detective Shawkat. She's full of moxie and I like that in a woman. I find it extremely attractive when a woman is confident in who she is and isn't afraid of what others may think of her. Not arrogance, I cannot stand arrogance.

I choose to believe that what I'm doing is a necessary evil. In order to revive this world, we must rid it of all the poison and trash. They all knew what they were doing and now they've paid their debts to the world. A life for the lives of millions of others, a fair trade in my opinion. My favourite part about all this is seeing the pain in their eyes. They look at me with such paining expressions, begging and imploring me to spare them.

"Please! Please, don't do this," Tami pleaded. "What did I do? Why are you doing this?"

"You know what you did", I answered with nothing but a blank expression on my face. I walked towards her, her hands restrained above her, and with my branding iron in hand I placed the end of it above her left breast. She screamed out in absolute anguish and I was not fazed at all, in fact, I smiled.

"Why, why, why?" she screamed. "You sick son of a b**ch!"

I glanced down at her fresh burn and blew lightly and she whimpered. I have all the power. I looked her right in the eyes and whispered to her, "That's exactly what I am."

I must admit, Tami was a feisty one. I liked her the most. Setting up her piece was the most fun, although Detective Shawkat doesn't seem impressed. It's such a shame she doesn't approve. I dedicated this one to her, I even left her a beautiful little note. Maybe my love letter will help her understand what I'm doing, maybe then she will understand me.