"Who am I? Why, I'm you. Or parts of you. The best parts. I'm the touch
of Richard Speck, Ed Gein, John Wayne Gacy, Ted Bundy, and Bin Laden in
all of you. I am the thousand tiny angers and fleeting rages of your
day--at the car that cuts you off on the freeway, at the kid who sneaks
ahead of you in line at the movies, at the old fart with the full basket
in the eight-items-only express checkout at the supermarket. I'm the
nasty glee in the name-callers and the long-suffering pain, the
self-loathing, the smoldering resentment, the suppressed rage, and the
never-to-be-fulfilled promises of revenge in their targets. I'm the
daily business betrayals and the corporate men's room character
assassinations. I'm the husband who beats his wife, the mother who
scalds her child, I'm the playground beatings of your little boys, the
backseat rapes of your daughters. I'm your rage toward a child molester
and I'm the pederast's lust for your child, for his own child. I'm the
guards' contempt for their prisoners and the prisoners' hatred for their
guards, I'm the shank, I'm the truncheon, I'm the shiv. I'm the bayonet
in the throat of the political dissident, the meat hook on which he is
hung, the cattle prod that caresses his genitals. You've kept me alive,
you've made me strong. I am you."
The immortal evil defeated in The Keep and reincarnated in Reborn
has come of age and begun to settle scores. He targets a few unlucky
individuals for destruction now, but soon the whole world will suffer.
And he will feed on our tears and our pain.
