Profile of A Psychotic

Smell of fear drifts through air, mixes with liquor and vomit; urine a steady undercurrent of the whole. Soft patter of rain on a metal roof - hard patter of soled feet striking the ground. Shadows flit - specters avoiding light, the havens of the unscrupulous. Tweed jacket, fine cologne masking the baser scents. Snicksnick of hard leather against pavement. Rustle of movement, startled turn flaring the jacket, nothing seen. Rasping steel barely sounding, moonlight gleaming on metal as the leather soles resume the noisy chorus, the padding of following feet indistinct against the sound of the rain. Brief warning: swift smell of goats, flashing blade darkened by sweet black life-blood in moonlight, the rush of ecstasy, and the Hunt begins again.