On the surface he was a decent sort with sober habits.
He had always been kind to children and dumb animals, and had often been actively involved in a variety of volunteering projects for charitable groups. His past would give no guide as to what he had become. He grew up in a happy home and was always treated with kindness. In short, he could only be seen to be a really nice bloke. However, the fact is, he liked to, well… bump people off.
It started when he was a kid. His closest friend had told him he had spooky eyes. It meant very little to him, when a couple of days later, out on a picnic, he sent the boy over a cliff. He watched him tumble over and over before reaching the bottom. The sense of euphoria that swept over him as he watched, delayed his next move for several long moments. Eventually, he began running around shouting the boy’s name and getting the attention of the adults.
These activities carried through to adulthood, where he would regularly give an unseen nudge, push or trip. He always made sure that he was screened by plenty of people; crowds were his favourite. It was most often a fall in front of a car or train. He had never even been suspected. He knew that he had honed his skills to such a high level that he could probably rank himself with the likes of a professional assassin, although he would never do it for money. It would remain a hobby. Falls from high places were his favourite, but more difficult to set up.
On the domestic front, his own personal troubles concerned his current girlfriend. Their relationship had been going down the gurgler for some time. The truth of it being that he had grown really bored with her.
Happily, all this came to a head recently, when she told him that she wanted to go skydiving…
