Just something to chip away at my Writer's Block.

He was beginning to question his own actions, something he rarely had the time to do. If he thought about it too much, he'd hesitate, and inevitably disappoint. That's why he chose such a fast paced lifestyle. He feared the day where his life would wind down, and only a pitiful sense of solitude consumed him. The thought of a mediocre, insignificant life brought justification to his actions, and distilled sense of justice. Maybe that type of twisted logic is what helped him sleep at night; either way, he knew that there was no room for his skewed perceptions in the afterlife. He often mused about how cruel it could be for him once he passed away. Until then, he was content with running from his fears, and chasing them down with his victim's screams.