Obsessed

I kill, therefore I am. Voices slam through the corridor of his wounded mind. The words of his dead sister cry out. His parents' taunts fill the silent room where he sits and waits-waits for the murderous rage, filling him with strength, driving him to kill, to touch the cold flesh, taste the warm blood-to feel alive again. Joe MacAree fears nothing-except that he may no longer be human. The thirst that drives him is relentless, moving deeper and deeper into his own shattering, private realm, where each murder is a delicious new gift of life.