[ WP ] Two serial killers stumble upon each other while hiking . Both find the other to be the perfect next victim .

Jonathan removed his glasses and moved closer to the snowy precipice. The sky was a perfect shade of rose, lightly dotted with a cloud here and there. In less than an hour, it would be dark, but for now, it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen with his own two eyes. He wanted to stand there forever, and take in the peaceful serenity of it. He sat down and dangled his feet over the edge. He then put his backpack on the ground beside him, and pulled out a sketchpad and pencil. He began to draw the beautiful sight before him. 
 
 Footsteps crunched through the snow behind him. He turned his head to see a man not too dissimilar from himself. The man, like Jonathan, was middle aged and wore the same sort of glasses. He even had a similar facial appearance. The main difference was his dark, subtly ginger hair that messily hung down his forehead, which completely contrasted with Jonathan's short blonde hair, which he always kept neat and stylish. 
 
 The stranger stepped forwards, smiling. `` Just somethin' else, ai n't it? ``, he remarked in a very thick Southern accent. Jonathan rose to his feet and greeted the man. 
 
 `` Yeah, I'll say so,'' Jonathan replied in his equally strong Boston accent. `` Nothing like this where I come from.'' 
 
 `` Well I'll be damned! Another American! You got no idea how good that is. And you can say that again, buddy, America's got nothin' on a view like this. Name's Davis. Davis Hardy.'' 
 
 Davis offered out his hand for a handshake. Jonathan reluctantly accepted. `` Jonathan. Hey.'' 
 
 `` Hi. So tell me, Johnny boy, what you doin' all the way up here in Tibet?'' 
 
 `` Well, I make this magazine, where I draw nature and stuff, and write about it.'' 
 
 `` Well ai n't that somethin'? I'm just up here seein' the sights and all. Got a cheap holiday deal, yasee.'' Davis laughed. 
 
 Jonathan forced himself to laugh with him. He was already occupied with thoughts of how he was going to murder the man, filling him with excitement. He had already killed once on this holiday, and he wanted to be careful to not take it too far so as to avoid being caught. *Surely one more wo n't matter*, he thought to himself. 
 
 Davis knew that Jonathan had faked his laughter, but at that moment it did n't matter at all. Those terrible and evil voices were returning to his head. He was sure that going so far away, he would've been able to escape them, even if only for a couple of weeks. But clearly, he was not to be so lucky. He could n't leave now. The voices were too strong. They had begun to chant in some strange language, and he knew that they never stopped until the person they wanted dead was just that. 
 
 An awkward silence filled the air for a few moments. `` Anyway, it was really nice speaking to you man, but I'm gon na go now.'' Jonathan was n't sure that Davis had acknowledged what he had said. He noticed that he seemed different now. He appeared to be suddenly preoccupied with something very important. Jonathan picked up the paper and pencil and put them back away in his backpack, picked it up, and slowly began to walk off. As he passed Davis, he got the backpack in his hands and produced a knife from it. Filled with nervousness, he quickly span around and raised the knife above his head. 
 
 Jonathan felt complete and utter shock as he staggered backwards and collapsed onto the floor, his blood colouring the snow around him. Davis knelt down, and in a quick but ungainly manner, he removed his knife from Jonathan, causing him to jolt up and spit blood out of his mouth. `` I'm so sorry... so sorry...'' he muttered, before getting up and shuffling away. 
 
 Jonathan laughed at how his life had finally come to an end. A madman had cruelly and selfishly ended his life. Oh, how perfect it was that he had received the same fate as all of his victims. At least he had a sunset and peace to die with. He lay there, feeling content with how things had ended for him. 
 
 The knife went straight into Jonathan's forehead, killing him instantly. Davis pulled the knife out of his head, and then picked up Jonathan's knife from his lifeless hand as well. He sighed and scratched at his head as the voices faded out. 
 
 `` There! Are you happy now?!''
