Human.

I'd done it several dozen times prior. The urge had never come so quickly and uniquely on impulse.

     It could have been one of many factors, but this particular young man caught my eye. It was perhaps the flashy bright orange down vest he was sporting, designer jeans, the backwards baseball cap that read 'Lions' which he wore, or possibly the dirty blonde color of his short hairstyle in combination with a clean shaven jowl. Precisely at the moment I had decided to pay the tab on my Guest Check which read '$0.98 - Coffee' did I notice him across the crowded late night diner with several compatriots, all appearing to be in their early twenties. I left two dollars under the empty coffee mug, and waited outside for the group to finish up.

11:43PM. I lit up a Dutch Master's cigarillo and waited.

12:11AM. They emerged from the establishment. "Dude, we're going to party SO hard tonight yeah! You can drink now buddy!" loudly remarked one of the young man's larger acquaintances. A tall attractive young brunette female friend chimed in with "Todd, we're taking you to Synergy! YEAH!" They all participated in a collaborative and somewhat haphazardly group embrace. I followed at a brisk and delicate pace as to not attract attention to myself with my black knee-length raincoat fully buttoned. Interesting, a twenty-first birthday celebration. I could not help but become more intrigued as the group, centered around 'Todd' tread down several city blocks. Warm exhalings from the group were clearly visible in the crisp winter night air; they began piling into a mid-block building entrance. Having a one block distance on the group ensured that I was not noticed. I followed them inside as soon as I arrived at the entrance.

     The glass door read 'Synergy - Discotheque" and I entered only to find the entrance queue. It was completely empty. Todd and his cronies had already made it past the bouncer at the front of the queue. The large gutted bouncer asked for my ID, and I obviously complied and was allowed entrance to the main area, roughly the size of a small aircraft hangar pumping loud with hard trance beats. Legions upon legions of infantile young adults, some with pacifiers were dancing in the area, most probably gained underage entry with a fake ID. Todd's orange vest still clearly visible. I proceeded to the front left corner of the club where there were tables and ordered a gin and tonic, continuing to stare out onto the dance area. Perhaps two, maybe two and one half hours had elapsed when my opportunity was presented to me on a silver platter. It was clear that Todd was on a line of action to the left rear corner bathrooms, soaking in sweat.

2:23AM. Inception.

     With much haste and finesse, I made my way to the rear of the club as well, entering the restroom moments prior to Todd. I deceptively pretended to straighten my appearance in the mirror, as three young men left the bathroom, only Todd and I remained. Hard trance beats were muffled but still quite loud. With much guile, I was able to lock the bolt on the restroom door, entrapping my newest curiosity without his knowledge. Standing at the urinal, I exerted a strike of quick and brute force to Todd's temple. Todd fell unconsciously, still pissing all over his jeans. I dragged his limp body about twenty meters to the corner of the standard handicapped toilet stall, and propped him up in that corner.

2:24AM. Intended consequences.

     Peaceful. Unconscious. Todd reeks of Brut and Old Spice. I stared at him for some moments with serenity. I had several options at this point. I could have splashed a baseball cap full of chilled toilet water on his face to revive him. I decided that the risk was not acceptable, as my initial assault had only left his temple bleeding slightly. I confirmed with myself the usual method. I unsheathed the concealed skinning knife from my left ankle. With quick and exacting two flicks of my upper arm, Todd's larynx, just below the Adam's Apple was cleanly severed. Todd cast a small oval shape of skin and cartilage from the wound with an abrupt exhale. Todd gazed back in utter terror with fully dilated green eyes. Intentionally, the jugular was left intact.

     I of course preempted Todd's sudden shocking awakening by plunging the hooked razor end of the skinning knife into his left shoulder, and torqued the knife in a counter-clockwise manner by 45 degrees and retracted the blade from his upper pectoral. Several inches of tendon became lodged in the razor hook after I brutally tugged the twisted knife from him. All the while, Todd attempted to scream in agony, only succeeding in expelling several blood clots from his decimated voice box. Aside from that, Todd had no major blood loss and continued to force air and blood mist out of the gash in his neck, creating pleasant, barely audible wet whistling noises.

     Stepping forcefully on Todd's new shoulder wound, it was at this time that I opted to kick Todd several times with my other boot into his solar plexus; tenderizing the meat so to speak. After putting a latex glove on my left hand, I prodded the neck wound mercilessly with my index and middle finger. Todd continued to gasp through the neck wound, but was apparently starting to have trouble with a small amount of blood clotting at the hole.

2:25AM. Finish the job.

     Todd was succumbing to nervous shock. This was the integral and necessary time to finish off my thesis. I submerged the blade deep into his abdominal diaphragm with the blade along his body's line of symmetry with several sawing motions as Todd writhed in utter agony, helpless with his shoulder wound still pinned under my left foot. Sawing probably a good four inches under the second stab wound, I jerked and twisted the blade in various speeds and degrees of forcefulness as Todd's eyes rolled back into his skull. Whether or not my blade's final quick lunge into the heart was the final end to his life, it had not phased his crumpled person. Todd is now dead.

2:25:30AM. The cleanup and departure.

     Stepping on the shoulder wound had left my boot sole a bloody mess. Fortunately, this had prevented any significant accumulation of bleeding on the floor from Todd. I ruthlessly cleaned the sole with the parts of Todd's orange goose down vest which were still clean. I also wiped the blade clean on the vest. Because of the liberal size of the handicapped stall, the atrocity was not noticeable with the stall door closed. So, I propped his dead body into a sitting position on the toilet, his feet and legs virtually clean with the exception of some piss stains. I locked the stall from the inside and crawled under the stall door's gap. I pocketed the latex glove after rinsing it clean with warm water. Checking the bathroom in triplicate for potential incriminating evidence yielded nothing else. I unlocked the bathroom door and fled.

2:27AM. Gin and tonic.

     There was some gin and tonic left in my glass. I finished it and left. The barmaid yelled "LAST CALL!"