I remember like it was yesterday. The rain poured down on my face as I chased after him, dodging littered trash cans and broken glass easily. Like a fox hunting a rabbit I dashed around corners, over fences, and through people to get my prey. He was fast- but I proved faster. He finally hit a dead end- finally cornered. The formally suave man was reduced to a fracture of what he once was. There was fear in his eyes- a fear I never saw before, and I savored it. There was nowhere else for him to run. I rushed at him, slamming his body into the cold brick wall. I wrapped my hands around his throbbing neck and lifted him up onto the barrier. I swooped my wet light brown hair out of my face as I cherished the imminent power I had over him. His short gasps for breath brought out three simple words. "B-Bring...him....back-k" he stuttered underneath my hands. His face turning bluer and bluer by the second. I chuckled and let go- he plummeted instantly to the ground. All was going according to plan. "If you wanted him back, then why didn't you just say so?" I said cheerfully. From the depths of my mind, I brought forth Johnny. I heard him screaming at me to stop, but his screams only filled me with my ecstasy. "You like what you see Johnny Boy?", I whispered under my breath, "I'll give you a real show." I plunged Johnny back into the darkness and smiled manically at him. "We're going to have a little fun now aren't we Alan?" I soon pinned him down to the ground and loomed over him. I pulled out my weapon of choice- a simple bowie knife. Alan looked in fear as I took the first plunge into his black vest- tearing downwards into him. He screamed in pain as I ripped through his skin and into his intestines- blood oozing out of him. When he was making too much noise I took off my grey wet jacket and gagged him, making him more compliant. I did it again and again and again until I was satisfied with my work, but I had one more thing to do before Johnny saw his "present." On the wall beside Alan, I wrote in his own blood "You. Did. This." I looked down at the gagged life-wavering Alan and then back down at my white bloodstained shirt. Looking up into the rain I sighed and thought to myself. This is what I have to do to be free. I finally let go of myself, but the plan was accomplished