runnoft's soup

Life is boring
You find yourself in a rut like so many other human beings, doing the same shit over and over again, the only adrenaline rush you get coming from the cellphone and bills every month (will I need to ask for more hours at work?). Nobody respects you, nothing fulfills you. Then one night you hit a raccoon by accident and you pull over and walk back to watch it bleed out. Then you go home and jack off...

The lust
It starts out with looking at people from afar. Lust from afar means that whatever you are lusting after looks more beautiful than it really is. Your imagination softens the focus and adds the smell of roses and lavender. You lose a sense of the real object and grow closer to the imagined object. You crave this thing that you have imagined. The problem of course is that nothing that you want is ever as good once you actually have it. You keep looking for that thing you have in your head, you want to possess it, but it cannot be possessed.

People are naturally assholes
There is no logical reason for empathy. If you look hard enough at anyone, anyone, you see a reason for contempt. Being contemptible is built in with your human nature. You know that feeling you get when you see the picture of a child molester or animal abuser on TV or in the newspaper? The desire to see how this person would react if the tables were turned? Well, everybody at some point or other would deserve that. Your neighbor, for instance. You know the one. Or your ex.

Victims are plentiful
If you are careful in choosing a victim and in hiding the body you can find somebody that nobody cares about. Minorities and hookers are perfect. Lonely people. Those far from home with no family. Nobody knows that they are missing until they find a body and then if it's been hidden for long enough nobody can tell who it belonged to.

If you aren't too particular you can probably kill one a week. If you must have a “type” then it will take a little longer.

Once you are found out you become important
If you do it right you can hunt for a long time without being found out, but what about when you are? Then you get to be important. If 10 guys kill 10 people none of those killers is particularly important, but if one guy kills 10 people he is feared, and interesting. He has the power to bring a city of millions to its knees, vomiting in terror.

A side-note on Dexter:
What if all his coworkers already know about his dark passenger and are just humoring him? What if they all keep silent and pretend to not know so that he can keep doing his work?