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But What Does He Plan?

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He chose his victim carefully, pondering over the criteria slowly and methodically.
The first was gender, and immediately he knew 'it' had become 'her'. But what was she going to be like? He knew he had his own preferences, but this wasn't going to be for dinner or a movie, and so some things would not necessarily apply here.
Both hair and eye color fell under that category, he decided after a long cold shower, though they would need to be a pleasing combination in order to qualify her for selection.
The same went for ethnicity; a person was a person, after all, and should be equally missed, no matter what the outer shell appeared to be to the typical observer.
So, she could look like just about anyone, yet there were differences, details which would be key to unlocking her and her potential. He let these considerations twist and flow in his mind as he shaved, dried off, and dressed in his working clothes. All was laid out precisely as he wanted it, from the razor next to the sink to the silverware in the drawer he opened as he prepared his meal. As he ate, he laid out a map of the city on the table before him; scattered across it were areas, of about three or four square city blocks in size, circled in different colors of marker.
He bypassed the red and silver zones almost immediately, not desiring too high of a risk during acquisition, or a confrontation. Likewise, he skipped the blue zones, wanting to keep his operation quiet for now.
At last he settled on a green-circled area, about 6 blocks from his current home, having decided the slow way was the safe way. He cleaned up and washed his dishes, drying his hands thoroughly before folding up the map and returning it to the lamp-stand in the living room. Glancing at the clock, he saw it was a few minutes to ten; a perfect time to begin, he thought to himself as he pulled on his gloves, slid his feet into sturdy boots, and headed out the door.
He made his way slowly down the street, careful not to draw attention to himself as he headed toward the target zone. The feeling in the air started to shift; those of the day were returning to their homes, securing the doors behind them, while those of the night were emerging into the city.
This simply formed in my head one day, and I finally got around to posting it.
Since the details here are so few, I like to think that readers can fill in the gaps with their own ideas of what he plans, what he does, and why he 'acquires' people.
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