Kathleen's Killer (part V)

Grandiosity rolls around in me like electricity. The megalomaniac in me rises to the surface, while the twigs continue to crunch beneath my feet. I slowly transform into the predator that I need to be. I transform into the hunter that lives within. Digging into myself for strength and for self-preservation. Of course, I know that I’m crazy to be out here. I know that my ego may be writing checks that are not really worth anything. And I know that I could very well lose my life.
The trail twists and turns around the contour of Mount Worth. The trees hide the trail and cover what lay beyond. This does not work in my favor. I may very well surprise. But then again, this killer may very well surprise me. I follow the trail all the way to the top of the mountain, where there’s a small cabin nestled in the brush. I feel the hair rise on the back of my neck. I’m scared, because I feel like I may have very well have discovered the lair of a murderer. I’m out here hunting for a killer that deep down, I really hope I don’t find. This small cabin feels creepy. My sixth sense feels the uneasiness, as my clairvoyance rises to the surface.
I hide in the brush for a moment. Now that I’ve actually found what I’m looking for, I’m not quite sure what to do. I feel a panic rise in me. I’m scared and want to run away. Maybe I’ve made a terrible mistake coming to terms with my sixth sense. Maybe, clairvoyance is nothing but a funny feeling that should have been kept to myself.
And just as I’m about to backtrack and reevaluate, the cabin door swings wide and a grizzly creature stumbles into the open. His thick gray beard looks disheveled and his wild hair is matted. He looks unkempt, and he looks crazy, and he looks dangerous. He moves towards me without knowing that I’m right in front of him. I move quickly and confront the madman.
“Don’t Move!” I yell with a deep ferocity that startles even me.
The grizzly, looking man grumbles and snarls something that is unrecognizable. His clothes are covered in muck. He’s dirty and his eyes are beady. He feels of pure evil. The hair remains standing upon the back of my neck as I confront the creature.
“Get down on the ground and don’t move!” I yell, sounding very much like a Police Officer taking a prisoner into custody. I sound like a man who has seen one too many episodes of Law and Order.
The madman snarls and hisses and then lunges at me. I pull my gun and point the pistol at the murderer. He sees my gun, but continues moving towards me. What happened next, happened without proper time to reflect and contemplate. I fired Marlene’s pistol at the madman. First closing my eyes, mostly because I was unsure about what I was doing. Although I sounded like a Police Officer, I was most definitely not. I was not fluent in the use of a firearm. I pulled the trigger out of self-defense. The gun exploded and recoiled, with the explosion knocking me back.