The room is dark, silent, and an icy chill hangs in the air. A man wearing a trench coat stands in the center of the room. The expression on his face bespeaks of pure insanity. Today he's planning to unleash his fury again. The man smirks as he puts a ski mask over his face.
For the last 10 years, Mark had been dismembering helpless people in his hometown. Altogether, the death toll was 60 women, all of whom were strangers to him. His trademark was carving an M into their chests. The M was a reference to himself since his name was Mark. Despite that doing that may have been incriminating, Mark didn't care. After all, he was so cocky that it would be inconceivable for him not to indulge his own ego after butchering someone. Even if it led to his downfall, it wouldn't matter. To Mark, it was impossible not to have that M chiseled on every last one of them.
At 31, he was friendless and hadn't been involved in a relationship for nearly 4 years. Indeed, Mark had been a loner for most of his life. That didn't bother him though as isolating himself from others made his life more bearable. Anytime new people entered his life, he struggled with urges to kill them.
As Mark walked out the door he grabbed his two weapons, a plain kitchen knife and a pair of razor sharp scissors. Mainly Mark employed the scissors as the instrument for killing. The knife was used just for embedding his signature M on his victim's bodies.
-Scene cuts to a park where Mark is lurking behind a tree, searching for a victim-
A twenty -something woman in a tracksuit jogs by. Mark considers making her his next sacrifice. Then he notices a man walking up to the girl and embracing her.
"Chelsea, what are you doing here?" the man asks enthusiastically.
"John! I'm just doing my daily walk. This is where I come everyday. Before I start my jog I like to feed the ducks. My favorite coffeeshop is right around the corner. Usually, I head there when I'm through jogging" said the woman, smiling.
"That's cool. You'll have to take me there sometime. Ever since my coffeeshop closed down, I've been looking for another one".
"Well actually I was on my way over there now. Why don't you join me? Today's Saturday and that means they'll be serving their Saturday Special. It goes so well with their Frapucinno."
"That sounds lovely. What are we waiting for?"
With that, the two walked away, leaving Mark flustered.
"Drats", he thought to himself. "Now that my prey has been saved, what am I to do? I can't go a night longer without executing someone. If I do, I'll never forgive myself. Besides, that girl getting reprieved really pisses me off. I was already feeling awful to begin with. But when I murder someone, it gives me such a rush! That rush is what inspires me to continue hunting for more victims."
To be continued

