What Now?

I chase him through the town, he's obviously scared, I mean I would be scared if I was in his place, but I'm not. I'm perfectly happy in my place actually, I'm James, they call me the black hammer, I'm a serial killer, the best one there's ever been, I've killed just about everyone in the U.K except for this guy I'm chasing around of course. He's lucky, he's the last one on my killing spree because I won't be killing anyone for a while. I mean, I would've killed him earlier, but I saved him for last because I've kind of grown on this guy, I've known him for my whole career, he was my partner, but now he has to go, I can't have anyone breaking my record now, can I? I finally corner him and wonder whether to use my gun and make it quick or use my butterfly knife because it looks cool. I choose the gun. I give him the whole speech about how I love him and I have to let him go and all that good stuff, then I press my foot into his chest, cock my gun, press it right in to his left temple, and pull the trigger. I hear the satisfying splatter of his brains exploding out of his head and hitting the wall. I tremble with delight just as I did every other time. Now it's time for the fun part. I get out the gasoline and pour it on to his body, I then pull out my box of matches and strike it, I throw it on to his body and watch it burst in to flames, man, I love my job. While I'm warming my hands in front of the burning corpse a thought strikes my mind, I can't let anyone in the U.K, I need a break. I hop right in to my heavily modded truck and head to the closest airport. I set it alight and go on to the next. This continues for about a month as I go from airport to airport burning them down. Time to kick back and relax now. I'm sitting in my recliner trying to catch a snooze when I get an itch, a familiar itch, I have to kill something. I try to ignore it and it actually works for about ten minutes until it is absolutely unbearable and I go into my attic and catch a mouse, it squeaks and struggles like a normal mouse but I silence it quickly. This is just barely enough to tide my need to kill and I should be good for about 5 hours until the itch comes back. I walk downstairs when something unbelievable happens, the itch comes BACK, IT HAS LITERALLY BEEN 30 SECONDS AND IT IS BACK, I calm my mind and try to think of ways to tide my hunger even more but I can't, I don't know what to do, I'm in complete shock because there is no one left. Then a thought hits me, there's probably some intelligent people who outsmarted me and hid. I search the town's and find nothing, then I go out in to the wilderness and find a trail of campsites with warm coals where there used to be fire. there's one two person tent and one five person tent. I find myself completely joyed, I have actually found more victims, and much better, a whole group of them! I immediately start following the campsites and after about a day of walking I find a campsite with a burning fire and food. I search through the site and find no one so I sit in the bushes and wait. I wait half an hour and no one comes so just as I am about to give up hope I hear footsteps across the campsite, I peek through the Bush and see a middle aged woman carrying a basket full of different herbs, I don't want to blow my cover so I wait some more, a man in his early twenties comes out about five minutes after the lady, he is carrying a rifle and a deer slung over his shoulder I get excited and decide to stand up to claim them but just as I'm about to say something to them, I get hit in the back of the head with a hard metal object and everything goes black. I wake up and try to get up but then realise my hands are tied behind my back, the same lady I had seen earlier walks up to me and crouches down and asks, "So it's really you?", being the sarcastic jerk that I am, I say, "Nooooo, I'm actually Benedict Cumberbatch, gotcha! Of course it's me you idiot!", She then shouts somewhere behind her, "He's up!", the first person out is some burly white dude who is probably some racist biker named butch. I flash him a smile as a nice gesture but he just kicks me in the stomach, knocking the air out of me. He get's down on the ground at my level and says "If it were up to me, you would be dead by now.", No one else comes out after him but I can hear them talking somewhere behind him. He says to me, "we're going to decide what to do with you, we won't be long, move, and I will shoot you on the spot", I reply "Be back in time for dinner, okay sweetie?", he doesn't find it funny and just spits on me and walks away, gross. I lay and do the equivelant of twiddling my thumbs but with my toes for about ten minutes while I listen to them bicker. I hear Butch suggest killing me, some skinny Hispanic dude suggest torturing me and THEN killing me and Butch smiles at the idea, I hear the middle age woman suggest just keeping me prisoner to which I shout my gratitude for her not wanting to kill me to which she just looks at me with a disgusted look on her face. I see a girl who couldn't be older than sixteen sitting in a tent drawing something on a notepad and occasionally glancing at me and then I realise she's drawing me which makes me smile, She just pulls her small knife closer to her, I see a pair of elderly twins with silver hair just shaking their heads at me and occasionally talking to eachother, I offer a grin, they turned around. Then I see the man who must be the leader of this group. He isn't very large, he's actually a dwarf, I can't help but laugh at his odd body type which he finds offensive and he comes over and punches me in the ribs as hard as he can (which isn't very hard.) Butch then comes over to me with a machete and announces, "We decided to kill you, you sick, sick human being, do you have any last words?", I reply, "yes, I do. What's your name? It's been bothering me for a while." He shakes his head, raises the blade as he tells me, "Butch, my name's Butch.", I manage to shout, "HA! I KNEW IT!", before he slices the blade through my skull and into my brain.