[ WP ] An anonymous letter tells you you 're being hunted . The only way to stop the assassin from killing you is to kill him first , but after you do , you find out you were tricked . You were being used , by a real assassin .

*Slightly NSFW* 
 
 You were very clever, you know. Dropping those clues, baiting me. Very clever. I can respect that. I mean I can really understand your point of view, get another man to kill for you, if it is discovered, I would be in jail, you'd be out there committing more murders. Perfect assassination. Clever. Very clever. And sending me an anonymous letter, cut-out letters from magazines? Classic. I must really hand it to you, you got me to kill a man for you. I'd give you an applause but it would sound weird, this room does n't have good acoustics and all. Now now, do n't say anything. I am really proud here. And then dropping a fingerprint from the man, allowing me to track him? Man, you must be some kind of professional. Then the second letter came, telling me to come and face my death? Too good, I just could n't resist it. I mean, what kind of man turns and flees at the first sign of trouble? It would n't be me. I would n't be able to respect myself if I ever fled from someone trying to get me. I'd fight to the end. And when I met him, it was brilliant, getting him out, having him try to kill me, then if I failed you could come in and kill him, making it look like we both died fighting the other. I really love that. 
 
 But you still made a mistake. You did n't expect me to take his body with me, did you? I am not naive, leaving a corpse like that around would cause suspicion and that might be able to lead back to me, but you needed confirmation, an eye. Or so your orders say. A bit amateurish leaving such a thing in your car, think if it was stolen, what would you have done then? So you trailed me, back to my cottage out here in the woods. Sure you knew I lived in an apartment, and I am pretty sure you knew I had that place too. Where I was disposing the corpse. A bit messy trying to cut it in pieces via axe, but hey, what can a man do? I had to mix it with the chum I was going to use for my shark-watching trip this weekend. And I had really been looking forward to that. 
 
 Enough of that, so you tried to take an eye, but you did n't look where you were walking, and your leg, it got caught in a bear trap. I found you screaming in agony. I am pretty glad I keep some morphine around in case one of the animals here harm me. Got you to shut up, and say the funniest things. How you were using me, set me up to kill this, Howard Goldstein fellow. I did n't like that. I liked that plan of yours, very well done. But a predator does n't like it when the big game hunter comes in and frightens the local prey. Not one bit. See, when they find his car, and the blood, the local area will be in an uproar. Howard Goldstein, our county's mayor, gone perhaps dead? It would make people paranoid as hell. It would harm the hikers and climbers, coming around to see the mountains. And we have enough problems with the bears and mountain lions killing an unsuspecting city-type out on a lone hiking trip. Or the ones who fall into my traps. 
 
 See, I'm a killer, like you. We just do it for different reasons. You do it for cash, like a professional murderer, a man who kills for cash, who goes into witness protection programs when he rats out his comrades. I kill for an entirely different reason. I do n't necessarily hunt or actively kill someone, but whenever I find a lone wanderer, lost and alone in the forests, perhaps he or she broke a leg or something. Most times I just drive them into town, trying to seem friendly and all. Sometimes I get the fun girls, drunks or others, we smile, we joke and I get them home. Snug as a bug. But when a city slicker like you, expensive clothes not fit for the forests, a strong distaste for everything that is not gucci or armani or whatever you yuppiesters call it, I invite them in, and then they can finally serve a purpose in life. 
 
 Sometimes, if he or she is pretty, I play with them until they become boring. Then I feed them to the fish or the sharks, sometimes I try out one myself. Do n't do that a lot, the taste is n't all that good. Other times I give of them to the birds and other animals. I once hand-fed a bear, with a hand. Heh. Never gets old. And you, come in here, disturb the peace by killing a local, the forests round here are known for their wild and treacherous nature. A few hikers go missing every year. Their bones are found in some ravine or in a bear-cave. And that's okay. Because they are n't people from around here. Whenever an outsider goes missing, there is a search from the police. But last year, a little girl got lost in the forest, half the county came to search for her, ca n't have that. I ca n't ever have that, because of my deeds. Too dangerous, too close to home. Now just sit still and... there we go. Man, am I glad I decided to remove that tongue, and stuffed your mouth with a gag. Your screams are n't really that interesting. This, however is, have you ever felt a human liver, feels odd huh? Sometimes, if the person who comes by is a real douche, I let them feel everything I do to them. Usually I do n't, I'm a beast, not a total monster. And since you forced my hand by making **ME** kill the mayor himself, I can not stress enough, that the remainder of your life will be excruciatingly painful, degrading and utterly worthless. I mean he was a really good mayor too, I voted for him, made sure local business had a bloom. Well, anyway, tell me, oh wait you ca n't! Well then hope you're looking forward to a short life of being a eunuch!
