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About weapons

Posted in Diary with tags , , , , , on September 29, 2009 by J.A.C.K.

I like to share my past experiences with others. If I die someday, the things I’ve learned with time won’t be lost. And this way I can inspire others to share as well, and maybe I’ll learn something I didn’t know.

Well, something I’ve learned about weapons, is to don’t use guns/firearms. It may be good for protection, but it’s not for me. Guns are for thieves, not killers. First, the prey dies to fast. Where’s the fun on that? I mean, I like to take lives, but not just to do it, but to enjoy every single moment. I like to watch their despair, I like to see their begging for their lives or begging to take it away fast. All the pain they feel while they are in my torture room, every single pain, is translated into pleasure to me. So why I would take someone’s life so fast? If I’m already killing someone, at least I’ll make it worthy. Other way, why take the risk? Even if it’s for survival. If someone is after me, and I have to get rid of him/she, why not enjoy it?

But that’s not the only reason. Guns and firearms are traceable. Of course you can buy it illegally, but anyway there is a way to the cops get to you. Maybe during the transaction, if they were already after that specific gang. And there are millions of other ways. Knives and other white weapons are not registered and hardly someone keeps control of it. It’s a lot more difficult to get caught because of it.

Another reason: guns denounces you. While knives (and white weapons) can be easily disguised among other home utilities, if you have a gun, and you are catch with it, even at home, they know you are ready for, or you have already thought about killing.

So, from my point of view, if someone is not thinking about killing but needs protection or to threaten someone, it needs a firearm. Killers like me should stick to the white weapons. If someone wants to live this life for a long time, must do it right.

How I choose my victims

Posted in Diary with tags , , , , , on September 22, 2009 by J.A.C.K.

Many people ask me how do I choose my victims. I know they ask me that because they are afraid to be chosen (they should be). The thing is that there are no rules.

It’s the same as to decide between a blue or green t-shirt. I would pick the blue one but there is no explanation, it’s just because I like it better, for no logical reason.

As I said on one of my posts, sometimes I choose the person, sometimes I choose a place. When I find a street, an alley, anywhere very easy to strike and get away, and my hunger is already affecting me, I can’t hold myself. I wait on that place, and then I choose someone in there. But who I’m going to choose, there is no explanation how. I just choose one.
But what I like the most is to choose someone first, and having to plan everything, get to know their routine, choose a place to strike, how to get away. All the planning process is very fulfilling. On this stage, I can picture the murder a lot of times before I do it for real. And I choose this person the same why I pick a T-shirt color. I just pick one.

And a third method is when there is someone bothering me, like those detectives of that “secret organization”. I really enjoy getting rid of them, killing one by one. But I have to be very careful. If the person can be directly linked to you, it’s a lot easier to get caught. If they can’t, it’s nearly impossible if it’s done right.

So, don’t worry. There is no way to prevent from being chosen by me or someone like me. There is no way to escape as well. Just live your life knowing that it can possibly happen. And if it happens, enjoy, because I will.

How to raise a serial-killer

Posted in Diary with tags , , , , , , , on August 4, 2009 by J.A.C.K.

This last week made me remember some other occasions that happened to me in the past so I decided to write it down. As I said before, I was locked into a stranger’s basement for 12 years. 12 really long years. That’s how I spent my childhood.

I was caught when I was only 5. I don’t remember much, all I know is that it was like if my father gave me, or sold me, or something like it. I was left by him at a public park, and 10 minutes after he left, this guy appeared and took me.
I never knew my mother. I don’t even know if I have one. And I don’t care. I don’t remember much before that.

This guy, I don’t even know his name. And I don’t know why he kept me. I was locked in there, in his basement, without any contact with the outside world. The “real” world for many.  It was just me, and four walls, and him somewhere, and some screams, and death, some occasional victims locked together.

He was a killer like me. I guess since I was a little kid he knew what I would become. Maybe he saw him in me. I will never understand it.

He introduced me to death, and that’s something I’m thankful. Sometimes he used to let me watch while he tortured and killed some random victim. I’ve met some of these victims, or almost met: when he used to lock them with me, there wasn’t much to meet.  They usually were not in one piece anymore, and they were always tied and gagged.

The funny thing is that I had never been afraid or disgusted, nothing like it, and I got to know it was different just after I escaped. I used to see all the killings and dismembering with a big naturalness. I guess that what mostly differs me from many.

But I always wanted to get out. I thought I would be free if I escaped, that I would be able to do whatever and everything I always wanted. Later I realized it wasn’t what I imagined.

I was alone for all this time, thinking on how to get out.
So one day he proved of his own medicine. Maybe that’s what he always wanted, and that’s the reason why he kept me. He was my first toy. First of many.

A not so easy murder

Posted in Diary with tags , , , , , , on July 13, 2009 by J.A.C.K.

With all the information I’ve gathered from my past victims I have defined some new targets. I have their names, addresses, occupation, even some pieces of conversation among them.
I’ve been following the steps of this “Intelligence and Surveillance Agency” but now it seems that many detectives have either given up, or are too frightened, or are really lost and don’t know what to do now. I know what to do.

The last two weeks I’ve been after one of its detective. I was observing each of his steps, but it was kind of difficult to make a move at first. The guy didn’t live alone, he lived with his family. The route he used to do everyday, from his house to the work, and backwards, was too crowded. He didn’t use to get out home much, and when he did, was to a public place.

I don’t want the members of the agency to know that I’m hunting them, so I’m trying to don’t show that this people disappearance or death are in reality murders (at least don’t make it too obvious).

So I just waited and observed. It’s not as easy as it sounds because when you are after someone, you don’t want people in the community to notice you have been observing. I was leaving my car some blocks away, never at the same place, and stood hiding in a spot I found near his house. Everyday. Same thing when he was working, I was just waiting for the best time to strike.

Finally this past Friday he called for a taxi at night. He got into it alone and I followed him. He stopped at a bar, and started drinking with some of his friends. Right away, I drove looking for a taxi stop kind of far from the bar, and found one that there was just one cab waiting. I stopped the car, got to it walking, and asked the driver to take me to a street I knew (it was a very dark and uninhabited street). As soon as he got there, I killed the driver with a knife, cutting his throat. Got the things he had to pretend a robbery, left his body there, and drove back to the bar where my friend was standing. And I waited some blocks away from it, in a place that I still could see the bar.

I was paying attention when the “detective” got out of the bar, waiting for something. At this time I realized he must have called for a taxi and was now waiting for it. So I drove there, stopped right in front of him, and without having to say a thing, he got into the car. He told me his destination (his house). He was seating in the back seat, what made things a little bit more difficult. But what helped is that he was kind of drunk.

When I got at the address and he was going to pay for the ride, I grabbed his hands, pulled him closer to me, and injected a substance I had prepared at his arms. He tried to scream, but the little time he had before falling asleep I held him by the throat.

All I had to do then was take him to my torture room, and burn the taxi leaving no clues behind. That’s what I did. Now the poor guy is sitting in my chair. Let’s see how long he will last.

How I feel after I kill

Posted in Diary with tags , , , , , on June 8, 2009 by J.A.C.K.

Last week’s murders made me feel so good! As I always feel after I kill someone. I was thinking about that… It’s like if I had one more carnal necessity.
People in general feels hungry, thirsty, etc. And if we can’t fulfill these necessities, we loose our mind. We get temporarily irrational until we satiate it. We turn into savage animals. It can be called “survival instinct”.

I was born with one extra survival necessity. I don’t kill just because I want to. I need to. And it is not an addiction, because even when I was a kid and still didn’t know the real, dirty world we live in, I had this desire. And I’ve always wondered if it is just me… Am I a natural predator, or all we are? Maybe some of us have control over it or learn how to suppress this feeling or even live its life with an eternal need.

I’m blood thirsty. I’m hungry for flesh. I’ve always been. And as days passes by, and I don’t get to fulfill my needs, I begin to get more and more savage. It takes control of my mind, and then everyone that I see passing by me begins to look like a potential corpse.

So last week, as I watched the girl’s blood flooding the kitchen, her open throat, her husband’s panic face, the knife getting into his stomach, the life coming out of his eyes, it made me feel so alive, so satiated! It’s just like when you are almost starving and you get to eat. It’s a mix of relief with pleasure. I could do this all day long. And after a couple of hours, I need more.

But it has already been a week…

Two more murders

Posted in Diary with tags , , , , , , , , on June 1, 2009 by J.A.C.K.

For the past few weeks my focus have been the detectives from this organization which is after me. I’ll kill one by one before they get too close.

I have been using what I have to connect with some of the “agents”, build a relationship with them and build some trust. I was able to infiltrate one of their communication channels (this one here) plus I found some direct ways to contact some of them.

I was in touch with one of the “detectives” specifically for some time.

But I was always very careful about raising any kind of suspicion on me. I would never, for example, arrange a meeting as a way to kill the guy, because it would be too obvious and they would probably connect the dots and find me very quick. I never asked too much, or came too close, because I wanted to be just another guy from the organization, one that he would never care to mention to anyone, just another regular detective.

And I waited… Until he gave me something.

Last Thursday this guy told me that some people were going to get together on the weekend for an online conference and he wouldn’t be able because he was going to travel with his wife to a country house, with no internet access. And he told me the city he was going to. I felt it was the perfect occasion to his death.

At that time, I had already discovered where he lived. So I waited at his address and carefully followed them to this country house. It was isolated from everything.

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Hunting

Posted in Diary with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on May 25, 2009 by J.A.C.K.

Back to my hunting. I’m following the clues I found on the last detective’s house to get to the other agents. I already know how to find some of the people involved, but I’m waiting for the right time to attack.

I’ve started planning my strategy based on what I have, but to get more information about the whole thing I’m thinking that maybe I’ll use these guys to help me infiltrate, so I’ll have to wait until they are not useful to me anymore to kill them.

And these killings have to be very well planned as my last one was: if the cops find about this organization and its objective, they are going to go after me.

I haven’t taken a life for a couple of weeks now, it is going to be difficult to wait… But I have learned that planning is everything in this “business”. One mistake, and the fun can end for a long time (if not forever). Plus I love this planning process, even with all my hunger. I’ve already pictured myself killing all of them in a 1,000 of different ways.

And fortunately, one thing is clear to me: these people have no idea with who they are messing with. I have experience in killing for a lot of years now, since I was a child, what about them? They don’t even know how I look like, I found out they don’t know if I’m tall or short, thin or fat, black or white. They will never see me coming. I can be at your side right now, playing with you, how would you know? Anytime you will notice it, but it’s going to be too late.