"Never was much of a thinker.  I always lived on my instincts and that seemed to be enough for me."

"So you feel that you were justified in your actions by means of your instinctual impulses?"

"Well why not?  I live a liberated life with no strings attached doctor.  You can see by my track record that I do what I do because there is nothing like the freedom of the publics worst fears brought into being.  I would move on to bigger and better things if I wasn't consumed by my pleasures.  Whether it be pain, sadness, grief, or hatred what you see as suffering I see as my release into a world of blind apathetic human beings."

"You seem to favor sociopathic tendencies Mr. Taylor---"

"Please, if I have to sit here and listen to you blabber about the horrible monster I am, I would rather you keep this informal."

"As you wish.....So in your own words when was it that you began to feel and do as you've done for so long?"

"Oh Dr. Ferrell, this should prove to be a most promising day.  It's not very often that I get the opportunity to share my history."

"Didn't know that this would excite you so."

"Well, It's a lonely world with a life such as mine....I happen to feel exhaulted that a person, whatever the circumstances may be, gets to lend an ear. Oh, but where to begin........"

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 "I never fit the typical profile of a murderer.  In fact, I had a very good childhood with the love of a family that could fill a state alone.  My father was a prominent psychiatrist in the small town we lived.  My mother rest her soul, well if there is such a thing, stayed at home and took care of me.  I, of course, was an only child and had nothing but my parents and the world of imagination I had lived in."

"So their was some sort of fixed delusion you had created as a child?"

"Ha ha ha, what would you expect for a child with just adults and the mind in which he dwelled.  Do please try to wait your turn doctor. There will be plenty of time for you to disect me afterward."

"My apologize Mr. Taylor, please continue."

"Doctor, would you please call me by my first name.  Formalities were dead and gone when you decided to analyze me."

"Once again I am sorry, would you be kind enough to contiue?"

"I didn't have many friends in school, as a child or growing up.  I can recall...ah, yes...Mr. Black.  He was such a good friend.  It was like yesterday he was walking me through the wooded areas out back of my home.  He taught me one of life's early lessons on one paticular afternoon.  One of our regular strolls ended up being a starting point in my rebirth.  We had found a dead animal near an old tree. A fox, if I remember correctly.  It was missing a paw.  Mr. Black had instructed me to follow the trail of "red paint."  He was so kind as to try and ease me into this, after all I was only ten.  I found a small trap set in some brush with the paw of the fox lying inside it.  We returned to the dead fox that had bled out and the words of Mr. Black fell softly upon my ears...."

"What you see before you boy, is the shell of what once was.  Something so simple, driven by something you could never understand.  Remember these words lad, for death, however violent or peaceful it is, will one day arrive to shake hands you.  Do not forget that his time is just that precisely...his.  you should never forget to make use of the life ahead of you......."

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"So, this Mr. Black was something of a mentor to you?"

"He was so much more than that doctor, he was my best friend. One that I had grew very close to in the years to come.  He never really left my side and I had a complex love for him.  Something like the love a child has for a stuffed animal, or a blanket given to them from birth until now.  Come to think of it, I guess you couldn't call me sociopathic after all doctor."

"In that case, I suppose not Mr---I mean Sid.  But, and don't take offense, your history after that seems to say otherwise."

"Point taken and duely noted doctor.  I guess coming up with a lie such as that would be most unbecoming of me."

"You don't think you're capable of good things Sid?"

"I was always capable of good things doctor.  It was the nature inherent in me that chose to stir clear of such a life."

"And you think there is no good left in you Sid?"

"Define good doctor.  In your own words, what does good mean to you?"

"Well, I suppose goodness would be an act of high merit that benefits our life and the lives of others."

"Ah!  Well put doctor.  Then...the lives I took definitely benefit myself no doubt?"

"If you say so, but you missed a piece of that equation.  Who did you benefit by doing so Sid?"

"Come now doctor, do you not see them with us?"

"Who are you talking about Sid?"

"Huh....ha ha, it must not be time yet."