July 12th 2001

The cops are on my back, they know it's me but they can't prove it. Iv'e decided to lay low , until the heat dies down. I dont know how they found out. I guess there is no perfect crime. I think there was a witness to the killing of my last fictim. She was a pretty thing, I hated to kill her. A child shouldn't grow up around abusive parents, it screws them up. I hope that the child grows up normal. The last thing we need is more rubbish.

I grew up with abusive parents. My dad was drunk 24/7 and well my mum needed anger management. I turned out fine but I can't say the same about my brother. He died at the age of 17, it was a street fight that took his life. I studied at home, went to college and got a steady job. I can't say that I'm 100% normal. I mean how is cutting up people and selling their parts to people normal.

Sorry to cut this short but someone is at the door. Until the next time we meet.

July 16th 2001

I've had a good run. I rid the world of 10 bad seeds. to think of how many lives have been saved. my work isn't as bad as the papers put it out to be. I have to admit that my customers weren't too pleased. they were part of the bunch that was against me. But then there was a group that was with me. Aonther tiny thing to devide people...small soon turns to big.

I leave this note for whome finds this diary. If you have the power to help then use it. Some people may be against you and some people may be with you...don't worry about the people about you, just do your job. Alot of people were against me because I sold the body parts to unsuspecting people.

I have to go now, the cops have finally broken through the door. Funny how a single drop of blood could bring you down. I farewell you for tomorrow is another buisy day...