“What?” he replied angrily. He didn’t like it when they used his first name, he hated his first name, it made him feel like he was a kid again. He gave the henchman a dirty look.

“Come on, the target is on it’s way.”

Taylor Mathews hated it when they referred to the women that they captured as objects. But then, with the way his imagination went he would end up imagining a life and personality that came with the name. That would create emotional attachment. Empathy. “That would ruin the troll’s plans,” he thought sarcastically. But it was easy for him to feel sorry for people. When he was a kid he tried to take in a homeless man. His mom would come home and look at him sweetly and say, “Now Taylor. We can’t allow strangers in the house.”

After being made to feel smaller than he really was, he escorted the man to the door. He would forever remember what that old man told him. “It was a pleasant thought. You are a young man with a kind heart. I know that kindness will help save the world one day.” The man said as he stepped onto the porch. At the time the man made a small boy very happy. Now that small boy was a grown man who thought about that comment, and hated himself.

Just as the thought stuck him, so did a young woman who looked oddly familiar. He couldn’t think of where he had seen her before, and tried to remember as he watched as she walked away. The recognition of the woman, which felt as if it had something to do with the old man, struck him dumb for a long enough period of time to cause the annoying partner to call out his name once more.

“Okay!” he bellowed as he looked back at the woman who in turn looked back at him. He walked towards the building where the target lived and watched as a tall blonde stepped out of the door. He walked up to her and did his job, as his coworker stood near by and waited for his cue.

“Hey,” he greeted as if he knew her.

“Uh, hi.” she said and walked faster. She remembered the news cast that she was watching just before she left for work. Women where being abducted for the past few months, their bodies being found every day.