Is it normal to be fascinated by serial killers?
I've spent an unhealthy amount of time, as of late, poring over news articles from recent history, as well as scholarly writings dealing with the exploits of those who make murdering strangers a kind of hobby, the same way one might go to the movies on the weekends, or play golf after a short shift at work. We call these people "serial killers". They are fascinating creatures indeed. "Inter-species predators" would be a better label, though they do not gain food from their kills, as other predators do, but a kind of satisfaction, which to man is equally as important.
I feel that humans who have taken this form have become something other than human. I've done my best to recreate within myself the mental state of someone poised to engage in visceral violence with an unsuspecting stranger, and have concluded that such a thing could not be achieved by normal human beings. It is a plane of existence that can only be entered into by those possessing the primordial traits of those who dominated the land before anything that could be called "civilization" ever existed; Those who survived by their cold cunning and terrible tenacity, and perhaps a complete lack of the emotional checks placed on the rest of us. They struck the hearts of both man and beast with abject terror, while simultaneously hiding amongst them... smiling.
Maybe someday, the ancient apex predator will again be the supreme being, after civilization has destroyed itself.