Jugular’s Story
I’m baaack! Did ya miss me? I’ve been busy doing…well, you know, doing what psychopaths do. I’m just taking this time to give you readers a little bit of my backstory. I mean, why do the heroes always get to be the ones with history? I’m more than just a slasher. Let’s see…I was born to a prostitute and one of her johns. Even as a child I knew I was…different. I remember one time I took my dog and cut her chest wide open. My first kill as Jugular was in high school when I chased a cheerleader into the woods. I know, I know…very 80′s horror movie. But what can I say? I was young. And so, my life as Jugular began, moving from town to town, murder to murder. I’ll be seeing you…
James has no idea where to start.
James sits alone in Christine’s car. I have a mask and a weapon, thought James. Now what? Maybe I should leave it to the police. No! I need to do this. If I only knew what his next target was. God, I miss her.
James starts driving. Maybe the police have some idea about Jugular’s true identity, thought James. No…then they wouldn’t have asked for help catching him on the t.v. But maybe…James had an idea.
James rode up and down the city streets, looking for a cop car. He found one and followed it until it stopped a speeder. James parked his car a little bit away from the cop and approached the scene carefully.
“License and registration please.”, said the cop.
“Alright, alright..just a second.”, said the speeder.
James quickly grabbed the cop and pointed a gun at his head. The speeder looked at him from his car.
“Get out of here.”, said James to the speeder. “And you are going to join me on a little trip to the police station. And we’re going to get every bit of information that they have on Jugular.”, said James to the cop.
Merin on 
