Moonlight cascades down towering buildings, shadows soaking up everything else its soft blue hands couldn't touch. The glittering stars are chased away by bright, colourful city lights. The purr of traffic can be heard from any dark corner in the city as well as the chatter and occasional laughter of people. Pretty people, with their pretty faces and pretty lives; all shattered in a moment.
A twisted grin spreads across my face, my pearly white teeth glowing in the dark. I slide my fingers along a shiny, long blade.
"You get to make a friend tonight," I whisper to my knife.
I always preferred a blade. The way it slid into the body. The way you got so close to your victim, see the fear and pain in their eyes before they crumbled to the cold urban floor, dead.
I also found enjoyment in hearing their pathetic pleads. Sometimes I would even lead them on--making them think all I wanted from them were trivial things like money--before slitting their delicate necks.
A bang had sounded from the gun, making my ears throb. Tears sprung to my eyes as my mother crumpled to the ground.
"Mom!" I screamed, throwing myself at her twitching body.
In a matter of seconds her movement stilled completely. I glared at the figure above me, unable to speak as hot tears streamed down my face.
I sit in the dirty darkness, shining my blade and waiting for the perfect victim to come along. I was no careless murderer, butchering whoever crossed my path next--no, picking out my prey took just as much execution and thought as killing them did.
I perk up as I see her walk by. That's the one. A sweet little thing, not much older than twenty. Though people crowd the streets, she looks afraid to be walking by herself. I can't blame her.
"We should accompany the poor thing, don't you think?" My voice as evil as the fiery abyss I came from.
I saw a vague smile creep onto his face before he turned around and began walking away.
I screamed at him to stop.
"Aren't you going to kill me, too?" I asked, my voice hoarse.
He didn't even slow his tread as he replied. "What makes you so special?"
I slither back into the roar of the city as easily as I left it, blending in immediately and keeping a secure eye on my little auburn target.
I follow her at a moderate distance, waiting for her to make a turn onto a quieter section of town--a turn that will end her existence.
Now honey, you should know that dark things happen in dark places like that, I say to myself as she finally veers off.
I quicken my pace, reflexively sliding past people to catch up with her.
When I'm certain no one else is around, I approach her, silently and expertly. She doesn't even have time to react before she's in my possession with a knife to her throat.
His words stopped me in my tracks, leaving me speechless.
Right before he was out of earshot, I replied with a shaky voice. "You think killing people is doing them a favour?"
He actually turned around that time, and I saw a sickly grin spread across his face. "That's exactly what I think."
Her hand shakes intensely as she lets her purse slip from her grasp.
"Take it. Just, please, don't--"
"Don't kill you?"
She nods restrainedly.
"Don't spoil my fun, baby. That's exactly what I wanted to do," I purr into her ear.
I can feel her whole body shake more violently. A whimper escapes her lips.
"Now, now, let's have fun with this, shall we?"
"Fun?" Her voice squeaks. "You monster."
I laugh. A bit too madly, perhaps.
"What could possibly drive you to do this?" I can hear tears in her voice.
"I've had a bitter past. Someone took something very dear to me, and one day I woke up and thought to myself, 'why should I have to suffer this alone?' So, thank you, dear, for carrying part of my burden; you certainly aren't the first, nor will you be the last."
She gasped for air before speaking again. "Do you have nothing good from your past to cling to? Is your motive only driven by hate?"
I had to wrack my brain to answer her question. I suppose she was right. My life wasn't always this twisted. The memory right before my mother was killed, that was my last truly blissful moment...
Her eyes twinkled in the warm, glowing light as she lit the blue-striped candle upon my cupcake.
"Happy birthday, sweetheart," my mom said, placing a kiss on my head.
I gave her a slightly annoyed look.
She laughed. "A boy--even if he just turned thirteen--is never too old for a kiss from mom," she said, squeezing me in a hug.
I couldn't help but smile.
The glow and the laughter of the evening rushed by too quickly, and before we knew it, we were on our way home, laughing and talking, unaware of what was lurking behind the next shadow, ready to steal something very valuable from us.
"You're right. Maybe I could do something good for myself," I say slowly.
She nods enthusiastically before I drive my knife into her gut. I give the blade a good, firm twist before letting her corpse tumble to the welcoming ground.
"To think that I would actually let you go." I stoop, crouching down beside her body and stroked her pretty russet hair. I move so my mouth is next to her dead ear, whispering with a cold breath. "What makes you so special?"
I muse to myself as I walk away from my gory art, my footsteps echoing off the desolate street.
"Though a cupcake does sound nice."
Edited by Ezorov, Dec 01 2012 - 11:11 PM.