Planting myself under a tree on top of a hill I took a deep breath in relief. "My hardships are at rest" I exclaimed to myself. The wind blew through the trees making a rustling sound, and as I slowly picked up a single leaf was detached from its home and flew through the air misplacing its self on my lap. The misplaced leaf seeped into one on the very many miniature blotches of albumin which adulterated my clothing oh so nicely.
I listened with an abundance of caution for the blaring noise of police sirens and when such noise penetrated my ears a million waves of satisfactory laid its self upon my body, making me oddly excited. "They will see my work" I told myself with a grin on my face. I closed up eyes and rested my head on the trunk of the tree.
I lived those moments in my head, from poisoning their early morning coffee, to the sawing of their limbs, and they hiding of their bodies. though they could not scream they felt the blade cross through them, though they could not move i'm sure they are running freely in their heaven now.
They have not wrong me any but they satisfied me with their blood shed, after all that's why I do this, for there is nothing better than a job well done. As the sirens grew closer and the cars where visible I stood up. Once on my feet I slowly walked away and faded into the back ground never to be caught, but always ready to strike again.