Seattle: My Corner of Darkness
"I need what's in your veins. I NEED it! GIVE IT TO ME! NOW!"
My name is Logan Bridgewater. Many people would consider me a serial killer.
I disagree with this label sheerly on an academic basis, since the things I “kill” are technically already dead. Besides, my mental state is probably closer to that of your average crack addict than John Wayne Gacy — the only difference is that my drug of choice turns me into a literal superman.
I have to admit that my decision to keep a record of my existence still confuses me. Maybe it’s an attempt to convince myself that, after I write everything down, my crimes will seem less severe. I doubt that my optimism in this regard will pay off.
My first victim was Anya. She was beautiful and pale and blonde, and I loved her.