Pretense

They say good things come to those that wait. That the meek shall inherit the earth. That every man has an equal chance to become someone in this world.
They lie. Just ask Alan Brandt.
Forever a sidekick, the eternal wingman, Alan has been dealt a few hard blows of late. His wife is cheating and has become a strung out druggie. His job sucks and his home is falling down around him because they seem to be constantly hemorrhaging money. Why? Quite possibly due to the wife’s dirty habit.
Clearly Alan is not one of the beautiful people, the gifted, the special ones. But he doesn’t take that personally and doesn’t even mind being the spare tire for his closest friend who just so happens to be one of those lucky people. Then he meets Carly, a sexy goddess, and everything changes in a heartbeat.
Preston was one of those special people, once, back when Hollywood was paved with gold. He had a serial when those things were the height of times, where he was a hero, literally, and everyone knew his name… Then fate, and studio corporations, intruded into his star studded life and he crashed to earth and was all but forgotten.
Forgotten: it was the perfect metaphor for the killer’s wishes. Appalled by his twisted desire for murder and violence the man had bound himself to his childhood home and through bloodshed and sheer willpower had quashed the beast within his breast. Sadly the darkness was not snuffed out but only sleeping and when woken there would be hell to pay for all involved.