Opening monologues for a serial killer movie

During the second week of interviews - that's when we began to build
significantly on our original profile. For example, it came out that he
witnessed the rape of his younger brother in their neighbor's kitchen.
He was twelve at the time, his kid brother coming up for eleven. That
and several other events from the same transitional period of childhood
were singled out as significant events.

See - mind if I have one of your cigarettes? Thanks&;#8230;just
can't quit now - often serial-killers-to-be as it were, experience a
bump to the head as a child that precipitates, or accelerates even, the
psychological rerouting necessary to commit these kinds of crimes. Or
there's a series of traumatic events that worsen a serious underlying
imbalance. Or both. I don't know how much of this kind of stuff you
already know. Stop me if I'm repeating myself or boring you.

Anyway. For the sake of argument we'll say he had both. The bang on the
head and the predisposition. Now, the profile we were able to put
together shows a great respect for his neighbor, the rapist. The guy
was a vet, and there were a number of attacks he had made, suffering
from psychosis we should say, on ordinary villagers, or so these were
the stories he told the child. The reality or not of these outbursts
cannot be documented, 'cause the guy shot himself in his kitchen, and
there's noone else...Anyway, so he used to regale the kid with these
stories, like personal conquests, very extravagant in style, and it
seems he expressed an immense kind of pleasure in revisiting them in
these stories. Such was the level of respect between the two that it is
extremely difficult for Rodney to articulate any sense of empathy for
his brother. To him&;#8230;well, it was like a confirmation
of&;#8230;well, power over other people.

Rodney's own murders were very dramatic also. There were very intricate
mutilations, messages, oftentimes, inscribed onto the victims. Now
that's something fairly unique right there. You see, its common for
serial killers to consume their victims in various ways - by which I
don't just mean literally eating them - but the way in which they make
the body into an object. The pleasure it has to be said, is in pulling
the body apart in whatever way. They might keep it or various parts of
it for trophies. Maybe they'll just stash it&;#8230;but its not
unheard-of for it to be quite utilitarian or decorative even. Make a
lampshade or something. So anyway, this kid Rodney was - is - a very
unusual killer. Really it was more of a disfigurement than a
disembodiment, if you can feel comfortable with that distinction.
They're always flamboyant, there's always a huge ego, have you seen the
tapes of Ramirez acting like a rock star? In court he looked like a
cross between Mick Jagger and Michael Jackson, and boy he knew
it.

Well anyway&;#8230;to kill is an absolute compulsion in these types,
you have to understand that. They fantasise and relish the
premeditation of the crime scene, but the degree to which they resist
the impulse, perhaps not at all, varies a lot. The difference with
Rodney being that he treats the human body like a blank page, and he
can write or draw whatever he wants on them. In that respect, the way
its all so theatrical, the way you're supposed to be the audience, he's
like a killer from the movies. In the same way there's something so
adolescent about it&;#8230;like a truant or a serial vandal or
something. Which of course he was. Your first feelings
are&;#8230;not just I wanna puke, but I wanna puke that someone can
put graffiti all over a person's chest, their face&;#8230;we never
knew just how young he really was.

January 16th we found the fourth body in the woods. Amanda Adams. Like
the others before he had glued her eyes and mouth shut, cause of death
was repeated strangulation with a cord of some description, much as it
makes me queasy but the messages echoed those found on the previous
bodies. This however was the first adult female body, the others being
high school students. It was significant for us, as it broadened the
spectrum of potential victims considerably. It said to us that here is
a killer growing in confidence. And yet, there was something more, on
her left leg, along the length of her calf, the words 'I promise' had
been carved&;#8230;