Are you insane?

No.

Are you sure?

Yes.

How can you be so sure?

I can't be.

How so?

I just know what more do I need?

What if you do need more?

Then I'm not the one to ask.

Then who would I ask?

I honestly couldn't tell you.

Then don't say that you're not the one to tell me. Now answer the question.

What question?

Are you sure you're not insane?

Positive.

Only fools are positive.

Then I'm a fool, because I'm not insane.

What about the bodies?

What bodies?

The ones in your own hidden graveyard.

I don't have my own 'hidden graveyard'.

Yes you do.

If I say I don't, then I don't.

But you do. She saw it, that's why you killed her.

You're the one that's insane, I didn't kill anyone.

Yes you did, all of them a different way.

You're daftly, I did no such thing.

What are you hiding?

Nothing.

Yes you are…you're hiding something from everyone around you.

You're wrong.

How so?

Because there's no one around me…they're all dead.

Are you insane?

I'm not sure.

Why?

I…don't know.

What about the bodies? Yes, the bodies. The bodies were there. They were in his own personal graveyard just off from an old village that used to be vibrant. It was in the middle of a thick forest, and his graveyard is in the thickest part. The trees surrounded it with a dark and gloomy stare, protecting his hidden paradise. He spends as much time as he can in that graveyard, in love with his bodies. He doesn't dig graves, he's never dug graves. But he doesn't leave his precious bodies out in the open where the wrath of parasites and other animals that would dare harm them.

He took pride in his bodies that he collected. He had a small cabin not far from his graveyard and inside is a normal home. He had a couch or two, a small kitchen, a small bedroom with a twin size bed and a bedside table with a lab top resting closed on it, a small closet with a pair of mud splattered boots in front of his closet, and a small dresser, he had a small bathroom off from the room with a toilet, a sink, and shower place covered with dried blood. This wasn't his actual home, his home that he lived in, in the city, was a condo by the beach. This was how he got them. Most of them, not all his victims were girls. He did get guys; he killed them more brutally than the women. But he loved what he did, he loved how he killed them, he loved watching them die.

He wasn't insane, or so he claimed. He kept a neat and clean composure out and about, but he tries hard to resist urges around sharp objects and other tempting devices. He didn't show any signs of insanity or holding back around those objects. He didn't twitch, didn't stutter, and didn't act strange in anyway. He acted so normal, it was sort of suspicious. But no one could accuse him of anything because he was the nicest guy you could ever meet. He always had a plan of action and was a quick thinker. He is one of the best strategists anyone can name, but despite all this…everyone is still is desperate fear of him. Even though none of them know what he does when he's alone.

A/N: Yeah, it was a prologue…I though it turned out a little better than originally thought, so here it is. So, review for me and the next update will be good, I promise.