[ WP ] `` There is nothing a psychotic serial killer can do that ca n't be topped by a completely sane ( but desperate ) parent ''

The last thing Tim saw before closing his eyes was the stern, angry look of Agent Saddler. Everything in this picture was a paradox. His eyes were filled with thin blood-filled vessels which looked like they were drawn here with precise ink over his vulgar, round face. His arms were rough, dirty, unlike his perfectly polished Glock 17. The gun probably hadn ’ t seen as much action as the man wearing it. Or maybe he was preparing this perfect moment. *Note to self*, he told himself, *killing people is fine, killing an officer who has an angry pitbull as a partner might be too much*. 
 
 He interlocked his fingers behind his head and thoughts raced through his mind. *Time ’ s up*, he thought. Ever since he was a kid, young Timothy had trouble not treating the real world like a video game: and the first thought the older, 26-year-old man that he had become was *it was a good run*. Thirty victims in ten years. Not as flashy as the high scores of Bundy or Wayne Gacy, but still a very convincing result in such a short time span. He didn ’ t have much regrets about it. The first one was not being able to keep going. The second one was the big elephant in the room. Mom. 
 
 The last time he saw his mother, she was crying, watching him get threatened at gunpoint by Officer Dogface. And it felt like the one, main issue in his little game. He wished his mother could have been saved from all this. He knew he was different. She knew he was different. But he knew she didn ’ t deserve this. She supported him through his life, and didn ’ t treat him like a monster. But this was a game changer. Then again, what was he thinking? He should have known that as soon as his streak ended, she would know. Still, he wished for a moment there could have been another way to do this. 
 
 And then, while his self-proclaimed arch nemesis was reciting the Miranda rights with an angry tone that betrayed his envy to just end him right now, he wondered. What mistakes did he do? When did he do wrong? After all, if there was ever going to be a second try, he had to be ready and learn from his mistakes. Was he too insolent? After all, he did have a little too much luck recently. That body he had to leave behind because he was tailed was conveniently eaten by the local fauna. And this other time, a car crash got the cops ’ attention when he was leaving the scene of crime. Maybe he had become reckless because of it. Anyway, he let himself get outplayed by someone who had the IQ of a shrimp, and that felt bad. Never underestimate your enemy. 
 
 But then, in a split second, Tim felt it. There was an irregularity in Saddler ’ s speech, and then he just stopped. He opened his eyes and, at the same time, saw the brains of one of the cops called for backup blow up in a loud bang. Pigface ’ s gun wasn ’ t brand new anymore. And Mom didn ’ t look like a saint with a knife in one hand and a firearm in the other. 
 
 It all happened very quickly. It turned out that his opponent had stopped speaking because of the kitchen knife stuck inside his throat, and he was gasping for air in the arms of Tim ’ s mother. In a swift move, she turned the gun in the opposite direction and shot the second backup cop in the chest. He fell down and another shot got him. 
 
 The scene was violent and quick, but it was nothing with the thousands of thoughts racing through his mind. The main one that kept coming back was what the fuck. He didn ’ t know what to say to his mother after that. *Mom, I can explain? What is going on? What are we going to do? * But his acute observation gave him another idea. 
 
 
 - *You ’ re not new to this*, he started, staring at his mom who looked perfectly focused with a dead body in her hands and three bullets out of her magazine. 
 
 
 She stopped for a moment and looked at him like he was a lost puppy doing something dumb, with a mix of pity and mockery in her eyes. 
 
 - *Timothy… Did you really never notice what was going on? Did you really assume that you were that lucky? * 
 - *You mean… You knew? You helped me? * 
 - *Of course I did. The hardest part was starting, but after a while I got used to it. I understand you, in some way. This can be… Really fun. For instance, I never really liked Mrs Anderson, * she explained. *She deserved having a random car stuck in her garage door. That bitch thinks she can win the school ’ s baking contest without any consequences. * 
 
 Tim didn ’ t know what to think at that point. He wasn ’ t done with his streak, AND his Mom, his lovely, perfect Mom who always supported him without knowing what he really did… Actually supported him even more than he thought. He was too shocked and overjoyed to do anything. But something needed to be done. And he was too dumbfounded to think. 
 
 
 - *What do we do now? * he asked. 
 
 
 - *First, we take out the trash. Cut these three into pieces. Drain the blood. We ’ ll put two of them into garbage bags, take them out. * 
 
 
 - *And the last one? * 
 
 
 Mom stopped for a while, and looked like she had an epiphany. 
 
 
 - *I ’ ll keep him in the freezer for a while, see if I can make a pie out of it. I ’ m sure Mrs Anderson will love the attention. Bitch. * 

