Write a short story about a kidnapping from the point of view of the kidnapper

I do not fear the darkness. That fear belongs to people who believe in darknesses innate ability to obscure dangerous individuals and monsters. I do not fear the darkness because I am at the same time both of those things that cause the most worry. I have spent too many darkened nights on my own, waiting. It is the darknesses most obvious virtue that I take absolute advantage of while going about my dastardly business. 
 
 It is late and I can see my mark moving towards me, it is at this point that I begin to ponder what I have become, the things I've done and begin to think about what I am about to do. It's never an easy choice but as time passes the decisions become easier and I'm safe in the knowledge that although my existence will be acknowledged, albeit for only a short amount of time, it will not be known... 
 
 My mark is getting closer. My breathing comes in heavy. I'm excited and a little nervous, but I'm not panicking. I know what I'm doing. I've had practice.
