I watched and waited. My prey slept silently and securely. They had no idea of the danger they were in. I wonder if I can kill them all without waking any of them up. It would be difficult, but I am no stranger to a challenge, in fact I relish a good one. To the average person a whole pride of African Lions would be impossible to defeat alone, but not for me. So, here I am in Disney World. I'm here to kill the lions they have among their animals. I wonder if they'll shut down the entire safari ride. I creep closer to them. In the morning, there will be the same thing here that has been found at every other zoo I've visited. There will be gutted corpses of the zoo guard. The humans think that I'm one of them, probably satanic. But my people know better. They know that I'm an animal. They wanted to believe that I was wild at first, but they knew it wasn't so for my targeting of victims was too precise. I only go after the members of the zoo guard and their families. I occasionally kill a cop now and then but I prefer more highly trained individuals. I like to work hard for my meals. You see, I always eat those that I kill. I've already been labeled "The Lector Killer" after that silly human. Only recently have the bumbling police identified all these murders belong to me. Stupid. My targets are always randomly picked so they'll never catch me. I am simply the greatest.

The wind just changed. It's blowing my scent away from them. I go now. There are four cubs. They don't take very long so I kill them first. Three females and a male left. I leap onto the first female's face. She wakes long enough for me to put a silenced bullet right through her eye. It's a good, clean shot and goes through the other side. She lets out a soft groan but lions are very loud. The next one stirs ever so slightly. I don't hesitate to leap to her face but she wakes up sooner and jerks up. I manage to shoot her but it isn't fatal. She lets out a mighty roar of pain before I put her down. There goes the element of surprise. The two remaining lions see what I've done and charge ferociously. I go for the female first. I duck underneath her head and slice the muscles to her front legs with a couple of knives I pull out. She goes down and I go for the throat. Her blood is deliciously warm and splashes on the ground in big gouts. The alpha male is beyond infuriated.

Alpha Male: Murderer! You shall pay with your life!

He charges me and I pull out one of my favorite weapons. It's a knife with rope attached to it. I run to meet him and take careful aim. The knife pierces his heart and he falters. I climb onto his back and in his last moments of life, I remove my mask. I let him see my face right before I put a bullet through his brain. It's kind of a ritual now. I always let the most important person die with my face as the last thing they see, a secret they take to their graves. I put my mask back on and survey my works. I have no doubt that I'm crazy and that I'm doing evil. But I don't care, it's too much fun. I think for a moment on which body to start with and which parts to take from whom. I start with the cubs and take only the choicest cuts.

Morning rolls around and the police are investigating the grisly deaths.

Cop 1: It's the Lector Killer again, isn't it?

Cop 2: Yup, it's him. Bodies strung up and bits cut out of them. This guy ain't right.

I watched the insignificant policemen scurry about, no point in investigating what can't be solved. I looked at some papers and crossed the lions off the list. I checked who was next and smiled.

Me: Looks like I'm going to New York City.