[ WP ] Write a story about a serial killer , but make the readers feel sympathy for him/her as he kills his most recent victim .

You must think I'm a scumbag, and I would have to agree with you. I'm not asking for pity or anything like that, hell, I agree that I deserve to be thrown in jail and locked away forever like a monster. Sometimes the urge is too strong and I ca n't help myself. I broke into this man's house, I had stalked him for weeks preparing for this moment. A part of me wishes he had n't even come across me at the grocery store, especially when he told me about how happy his marriage was. 
 Hot tears begin to fall down my cheeks, now. I feel like a cold, emotionless machine. 
 
 My eyes look up to the various pictures strewn about the living room of his house. There's a bit of blood on a few of them, but that does n't stop me from peering into the pictures that were there. There's a woman in a red dress with long, curly brown hair. She and the man are holding each other tightly with each picture showing them doing various activities. They look so happy. He looks so happy. 
 But I'd never do in a woman, no. That's too far, even for my liking. But him, he's got this look in his eyes in some of the photos. A dishonest look that I do n't like, one that makes my chest feel cold. Was he cheating on her? Well, I guess he's not anymore. I just wanted to help her. I only wanted to ensure she was getting fair treatment. 
 
 But this fucker probably fooled around with another woman, like a fucking scoundrel hiding his secrets from his wife. She probably does n't even know the clubs he's been to, the things he's done. I've seen. I've watched. 
 My rage begins to build as I think about it. Women are constantly getting cheated on, thrown about like objects that are just for men's pleasure. He's my eighth take and I say that proudly, because fucking men like him deserve to be put into the ground, and my baseball bat is like my instrument of justice and the blood of a corrupted, evil, cheating man spills and I ca n't stop. 
 
 Oh god, I ca n't stop that feeling. It feels like I'm doing the world a favor and taking out the trash, making people see relationships are n't a fucking thing to be taken lightly. Just because of what happened in the past, that makes -me- the bad guy? No, -I'm- the only one who can make the world right. I can fix these things, make these nice, beautiful young women find nicer and more faithful men to fall in love with. 
 
 My fingers are digging into my jeans. I'm crying hard. I ca n't tell if I did this woman right or wrong, but I know I at least disposed of her cheating fucking husband. I hold one of the pictures in my hand and take a good look at her. A smile breaks through my lips. 
 
 I reach into my bag and take out the tape and bags. I ca n't stop fucking crying. I ca n't stop. Oh God, Jesus help me, I ca n't stop.
