The world was a dangerous place, even a child was well aware of that fact. While society had improved for the average person, eroding the constant warfare and the threat of disease from most of the world, the cruelty and greed in the hearts of men would never fully be sated. As one young girl was about to learn, to her sorrow. Alexander had been quietly scoping out this place for a matter of weeks, he was always rather careful with his targets and felt the young girl here was quite suitable for his hunts. Beautiful, lived alone, with weak security, and a house isolated enough that any disturbance wouldn't be easily heard from the inside. One could rarely ask for a more perfect target.
Alexander didn't look like what one would expect from a serial killer. His facial features were soft, a homely sort of appearance that set him apart from the terrifying killers in peoples mind and novels, and yet different also from the smiling predators brought to the worlds attention by Ted Bundy. He seemed to be a rather ordinary looking person, handsome but not overly so with intelligent blue eyes. It suited his role, as he was the last person anyone would expect, he was even a professor at the local college. While he never hunted where he lived, preferring to go a town or two over, the information he could get from collegues and other schools was vital to picking his targets. Moving up to the door he reviewed the information for this particular target in his head. He didn't try to sneak up onto the house, such work was the actions of amatures. Instead he simply knocked on the door, waiting for his target to bring herself to him.
Alexander didn't look like what one would expect from a serial killer. His facial features were soft, a homely sort of appearance that set him apart from the terrifying killers in peoples mind and novels, and yet different also from the smiling predators brought to the worlds attention by Ted Bundy. He seemed to be a rather ordinary looking person, handsome but not overly so with intelligent blue eyes. It suited his role, as he was the last person anyone would expect, he was even a professor at the local college. While he never hunted where he lived, preferring to go a town or two over, the information he could get from collegues and other schools was vital to picking his targets. Moving up to the door he reviewed the information for this particular target in his head. He didn't try to sneak up onto the house, such work was the actions of amatures. Instead he simply knocked on the door, waiting for his target to bring herself to him.