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

I thought I made this foil proof. 
 
 You ca n't set out on a mission and leave yourself any room to fail. Everything has to be planned to the finest point, so when things go wrong ( and things do ) you do n't find yourself freaking out about how to get to the next step. Everything is there, and ready. I did that. Or I thought I did.... 
 
 The concept was simple; complete random generation. Most of the others, they find themselves following patterns. That's a good way to get caught before the grand finale. If there is no pattern, no calling card, no connection, then there's no way to be found. But the problem with random selection is that there is a chance you'll have a connection. 
 
 I have ran into that mistake. And only ten masterpieces into the project. 
 
 I look down at Jessica. Poor girl. She was kind to me once, not long ago. She did n't look at my dead eyes and see a freak. She did n't hear me speak and cringe. She was just kind, for a moment. I remember her saying `` you would do the same if you saw me alone in a diner''. She said it with such conviction it was like the law required it. So sweet. 
 
 It's harder when I know the name. They do n't become a number or statistic anymore. At least, that's what it seems like now. I do n't usually bother with the names. But I know Jessica. Still, I could never be connected. That's the important part. 
 
 Jessica looks sweet asleep, but as I inject her with a little adrenaline to counteract the drugs. I wonder if she'll recognize me as wakes up, but her screams awake me from my questioning mind. There's a bit of luck for her. 
 
 `` Jessica, you are in luck.'' I could hear her breath leave her from shock. Maybe it was my knowledge. `` You get the Shipman treatment, you'll just go back to sleep.'' 
 
 `` I know you...'' 
 
 This struck me in a way words never had before. Strange. I turned away as she spoke, getting the needle ready. 
 
 `` I know you... why?!? Why?!?'' 
 
 `` I need a question answered. You're the 10th person I've asked. And I need you to be 100 % honest.'' 
 
 I turned, and saw the tears. This is n't unusual, but my reaction to it was. I wanted it to stop. I approached her, tied down to a table where I have disemboweled, lobotomized, drained, skinned, and mangled. Her crying was the most horrifying thing I've ever seen. 
 
 I injected her, as a single large tear ran down her face. I could see it was effecting her quickly. 
 
 `` Tell me what you see.... what do you feel as you die? Tell me what you feel.'' 
 
 Jessica took one of her final breaths. 
 
 `` I'm sorry... whoever took your soul from you did n't leave you enough to understand. I feel at peace... and I forgive you.'' 
 
 She quickly goes to sleep, and the breathing stops. I stand over her, and confusion sets into my brain. Why would she forgive me? We are all dispensable. We are nothing but projects. Feelings are what you use to rationalize your being alive. 
 
 I know my purpose, and I must finish it. So I sat at my journal and wrote these observations: 
 
 Project 10: Codename Jessica 
 Method: Shipman ( diamorphine ) 
 Final Words: `` I forgive you'' 
 Hypothesis: Finds her strength in the concept of love and peace.
