I was sitting at the computer, and with my timetables infront of me, I would not be long until I would be in Pennsylvania once again. The officers had no way of correctly protecting, so I knew I was guarenteed yet another kill. In a way, it was wonderful. Being the first western assassinator for quite a long while made me beam with pride. And yet, something didn't seem complete. I stepped out of my dorm room, opening the creaky door in a hurry. I had to find yet another machine to smash people in. Rock grinders, jet engines, woodchippers, what next? I had to think of something. Then it hit me.
The front door was open.
I didn't have time to think before the first blow hit my already broken arm. The second slammed my fractured collarbone, and myslef, into the wall. I looked up, blood coming from my mouth, and peered into the eyes of the intruder.
"So you finally found me" I muttered.
He strolled up to me holding the metal pipe he had bruised me with in his hands. He placed it against my battered throat as the police swarmed my dorm room.
"It's over, Idaho."
I was indeed the assassinator.
Good job guys.

I hope my clues will make you /facepalm when I post them later tonite.
Robodude, PM me with your choice please.
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