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He yearns to observe the crowd clearly.

His damaged spectacles force him to turn his head this way in that, to peer through larger

shards.

One of the militia shoves the prisoner into the cage, and Chicatilo welcomes the fury

that it induces.

There will be a moment he's certain.

The evil that propels him has provided so many moments, let him walk away from capture,

from death so many times now.

There will be a moment, a turned head, a blink of an eye, a misstep on the face.

On the stairs that led up to the courtroom gallery, then he will strike.

With what's left of him, he will tear those child soldiers with their big stupid bodies

into pieces.

The crowd is its own animal now, foaming at the mouth.

They want him badly, just as much as he'd wanted their children.

Chicatilo had once been a youngling himself, though his childhood was a horror all its own.

Something he'd only spoken of just recently.

As the psychiatrist who correctly profiled the ripper, and later gained a confession takes

the stand, the prisoner nods at him respectfully.

Now at least, they'll know some of it.

Further back in the Ukraine, he remembered the bodies.

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