the little boy who grew up

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Once upon a time a little boy boy was born. Unwanted and - most likely - unloved, he turned to a life of crime, perhaps for the attention he craved. Or was he born to do it? Was it something deep inside his soul and consciousness that gave the little boy no choice? Would unconditional love and stability have made no difference? The little boy grew up and became more unfulfilled. He met a girl, but they didnt settle down, get married, buy a house, develop careers and grow a beautiful little family. She wasnt that kind of girl. With her help his need for attention and revenge on the society that spurned him manifested itself in the most vilest of crimes; the torture and subsequent murder of innocent children. They became the most hated couple in all of Merry England. And now both of them are dead. The little boy was Ian Brady and the girl who loved him was Myra Hindley. But, with a few adaptions, this could have been Fred and Rosemary West {British serial killers who murdered many young women, including their own daughter, and whom were caught in the early 1990s} or any other couple who turn to a shared life of violent and murderous crime. I have always had a morbid interest in serial killers. What makes someone choose such a vile past time? What gratification can come from the deliberate taking of so many lives? It's the whole nature vs nurture argument, isn't it? Do we all have it in us to become this kind of evil, with it only being circumstance which keeps these traits at bay? After all, we are not far removed from those pesky ancestors of ours who liked nothing more than watching witches burn, petty criminals hang, the beheading of traitors and the sport of the bloody gladiators. But what I suppose I'm really interested in are the couples who share their crimes. How do they find each other and suss the other out? Is it a case of sitting in front of the tellybox with a cuppa when one of them blurts out, Let's go and kill someone! and the other replyies, Ooh, you read my mind! or is there something that instinctively draws one psychopath to another, no need for words, but simply a telepathic understanding of who the other is? I expect there will be much happiness today.