DIARY OF A SERIAL KILLER

Prologue

The moonlight cast deep shadows over the ancient metal spiderwork of the bridge. A light rain had begun to fall, generating a rank and unwholesome smell from the rusted railroad tracks below.

Time seemed to have stopped in Kingsbury Run. The vast changes the city had seen over the years had barely touched the ugly ravine which cut a long jagged wound across the East Side. This was a sore that would not heal, festering with the decay of industrial and human debris. Mountains of sand and gravel, whose ownership and use had long been obscured. Gaping corpses of machinery, stripped of all dignity and purpose. Monuments to a technology discarded, now choked by the overgrowth of stunted sumac and tall grass.

It was all but silent, as were the few homeless creatures wandering the lonely paths of the Run. The living refuse that lingered anonymously, obliterated its pain in pint bottles and huddled under the pathetic shelter of the bridge .

The city had forgotten its frenzied fascination with this grim wasteland. Long gone were the hundreds of hobos who fled the dark presence that stalked them. And with them, the thousands of curious spectators who watched for hours as the police dredged the oily, stagnant pools. The reporters, who had fed off the story so voraciously for years, whipping the city into panic, had buried Kingsbury Run in their morgue files.

Now, six decades later, the story comes to life again through the diaries of the murderer, a fictional character named Frank. Frank, a man who rose from desperate poverty to a surgeon with great promise, fell prey to his own demons and lost it all. 

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1. Prologue
2. Descent Into Hell
3. The Game: Part One
4. The Game: Part Two
5. The Final Match