These desolate areas often bear home to the bizarre and anomalous, they don't get judged out here and can do whatever they want, for one man this provided all that he sought out in life. Dan The Drifter was what he went by; he didn't want what he would call a "real name" or a "label", he seen this as a way for the people to keep an eye on him so he drove up and down this part of the lonely highway for years, trying to lay low but at times the memory of his parents death haunted him to the point of retaliation.
Aged 10, he lived in this beautiful ranch house with just his parents. The front porch was where he spent most of his days, playing with toy cars and using his wild imagination that boys his age had. His mom was a beautiful blonde lady, a housewife and her boy was her world. His dad was his idol, a proud family man that worked as a trucker endlessly to provide the best life that he could for his family. They talked about adding a new member to the already perfect family, but this all changed one morning. David (which was his birth name) woke to the usual sound of the cock-a-doodle-do of the rooster, the sun shining blindingly through his bedroom window he went downstairs awaiting his parents to make his breakfast. After some time he got impatient and went to wake them up, running up the stairs excitedly he pushed open their bedroom door. What he had seen through that door was horrific; his parents lying one over another in the shape of an X, blood all over them, they had been stabbed to death by an intruder that had escaped his transportation on the way to prison.
For the next fifteen years he lived with his aunt and uncle but never was the same, he struggled to connect with people and understandably so. His Uncle tried to put him through college but he wasn't interested , he just wanted to be alone. On his 25th birthday some visitors and locals arrived over to celebrate but David didn't take to this at all, his anger at all the happy faces looking at him took over. He could see right through them; looking at him with fake smiles and pitying him, it made him sick to the point where his rage broke out. Smashing all he could get his hands on, even punching those that tried to stop him, he was like a bull after seeing red and couldn't calm down. He needed to get away so he ran and nobody ever seen him again.
He lives on his thirst for revenge on humanity, with the odd bite to eat in the diners he past up and down the highway. His vehicle of choice was a large truck which he decorated the cargo to his own taste; the skin from each of his victims. He lived in here, he killed in here, he loved it in here. Whilst driving he would pick up hitchhikers as he pleased, the severity of how he murdered them was dependent on how much the flashbacks affected him that day, some were killed with objects varying in shape and size, some were killed with his bare hands. The bodies were never disposed of until he got at least two together and placed them in an X shape before skinning them.
He didn't have an end game he just wanted the anger he felt to go away, killing was a sort of relief, it provided him with a release from the pain he felt and he didn't care about the pain he inflicted on others. The flashbacks of his parents death were soon controlled by images of his victims pleading for their lives before he murdered them, the final look of fear and helplessness on their faces brought a sadistic smile to his toothless face. There was a time where he was an innocent kid who was the victim of a brutal murder that denied him lf his parents and a childhood but now he became the exact thing he hated - A taker of life.
For years there was talk of a serial killer on this section of the highway but it was more of a legend that was told to scare well in fact there was someone out there that took the lone wanderers and they were never seen again. Dan the Drifter was arrested one day when he drove to the closest police station and handed himself in. He told of when he took a young boy no older than he was when his parents died, this made him realise what he had been doing. Looking into the boys eyes as he was about to deliver one of his trademark killings when memories of how he felt as a kid seeing his parents murdered started to flood back before he asked the kid does he have both parents still alive and when the kid replied yes then Dan dropped the knife, set the kid free and drove in to confess.
Racks of skin of every race and colour were found inside his truck, along with a name tag on each victim. Dan was sentenced to death by lethal injection on a hospital bed inside a prison in Nevada. He died alone, a picture of him and his parents when he was younger by his side as he lay in the shape of an X as he passed away. The biggest serial killer along the loneliest road in America was now gone.
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