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He hated the face in the mirror. Its cold blue eyes and high cheek bones. Its soft supple lips and chiseled chin. It was the face of a movie star, he thought, but it sat in a dirty mirror above a rusted sink at the back of a musty apartment that he shared with two vagrants.

He stood on the sticky tiles of the bathroom floor and leaned in close to the mirror.

“I don’t belong here,” he said.

It was something that he told himself often enough that it was now a core part of his beliefs. He did not belong in that mirror.

He had tried to become famous before. Once he had an article written about him and a video he had made on some popular Australian website. The author criticized him for being a monster and worse, spelled his name wrong.

“L-u-c-a,” he said, reading the article while sitting in the corner of the room on the blood stained carpet. “M-a-g-n-o-t-t-a. Fucking idiot.”

His video was at the bottom of the page. He had set up a camera on the window sill so that the natural light of the sun illuminated the two kittens. They were stuffed inside of a small plastic bag that was duct taped around the nozzle of a vacuum cleaner. He blew smoke in front of the lens as the kittens struggled for breath.

It was beautiful, he thought, but people didn’t understand.

He had tried porn, too. But it wasn’t the fame he wanted.

He had met a girl at an anonymous gang bang outside of Toronto at some stranger’s house whom he had met online. She recognized him immediately and expected more than he could give. They fucked in an old cement basement while two other people watched and when it was over he could see that she was disappointed.

“I’m better than this,” he had said. But the face in the mirror knew different. He was nothing special. He belonged where he was. That, however, was not something he was willing to accept.

When he met Eric he had already put everything in its place. The camera was hidden under a pile of dirty clothes, pointed at the mattress that was sitting in the sun. An ice pick was resting underneath the pillow. He had placed a mirror against the wall so he could watch the hole thing as it happened.

And it did. Just as he had planned.

He laid on his back with his hands behind the pillow as the boy slowly kissed down the center of his chest. Eric undid his pants and briefly, as his eyes rolled back with ecstatic pleasure, he forgot about the pick clenched in his first beneath the pillow.

But that brief moment of happiness quickly vanished behind the rising need for attention and he thrust the ice pick into the boy’s shoulder. Eric screamed and Luka rolled on top of him, thrusting, stabbing, fucking, kissing, loving, hating, fighting, screaming, and eventually, the boy’s body went limp.

When it was over, he fell down into the pool of blood and smiled at the dirty mirror in the corner of the room.

The whole world was going to know his name.

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A gay porn actor is suspected in the killing of his acquaintance, videotaping and posting online the man’s dismemberment and mailing the severed limbs to different locations in Ottawa, including to a political party’s headquarters, according to a source with direct knowledge of the investigation. – CNN