Confessions of a Serial Killer: Cynthia Young

Chapter Fifteen

Afterword
Confessions of a Serial Killer is my life's work. With each volume, I improve my technique. This is the 23rd adaption of the novel, and I am currently in the process of making another one.

It is no secret that I have failed tremendously in the past. I have yet to succeed in my mission. I do believe you will be my first success, if you've made it this far.

My mission is to become the ultimate serial killer. I will create serial killers, and then they will be eliminated by the next serial killer I create. This cycle will continue until I am dead or until I am caught; although, I do believe the former will happen first. My deed will go undetected, as I will never take a life.

Some of my patients have taken the role of serial killer with grace. Most of the time, they are filled with too much doubt or too much certainty. The perfect serial killer has a mixture of both. To make my imperfects perfect, I am forced to manipulate the situation. The ones who do not kill as the book instructs them to are promptly dosed with a cocktail of psychoactive drugs and CNS depressants. It is when the patient is incompasitated that I create a situation that has been described in this book.

In my youth, I would collect animal blood from the local butcher to arrange what resembles a crime scene in my patient's home, but as I have gotten older, it has proven difficult to sustain. Sometimes, I must tailor Confessions of a Serial Killer to help me. In my chapters, I convince my patients to psychologically torture their victim before they commit the act. It is tedious but necessary. When the manipulated patient comes to me--they always do--I accidentally leave an address visible or give too much information in my monologues.

I aim for the aspiring serial killers to eliminate their failed predecessors. In doing this, I assure that no innocent gets hurt. Of course, accidents do happen, and variables beyond my control have caused a few of my former patients to lose their minds completely.

I have been working toward creating the perfect serial killer for twenty years. In those years, I've had over 100 patients, but they are not all meant to be killers. It is only the ones who have killed before that I condemn. I do not create killers. They have created themselves, and I've only helped them with their journey.

I will create the greatest serial killer in history, and they will be eliminated. Then I will create another perfect serial killer, and they will be eliminated too. I will be the eliminator of serial killers--the ultimate serial killer. I have mended broken minds only to mold them into my vision. I will become famous for my work. I will be the story told to children who misbehave. Thank you, Cynthia Young. Without you, this wouldn't have been possible.

The ending had been anticlimactic, but I shouldn't have expected anything less from Dr. Mann. I didn't understand what he gained from having me read this. He must have thought that I was too brainwashed to report him. I had evidence that Dr. Mann was responsible for heinous acts. This book--his words--would grant me freedom. I was innocent, and I could prove it.

With the most certainty I have ever had, I called the police.