"Alright. It's about that time." I say to myself in the mirror. I brush down my pure black hair and put on a gray t-shirt, black jacket, black shoes, and black sweat pants.Mom didn't forget about dinner surprisingly. She woke up just in time to fix food for us and she also watched a second horror movie. She loves them that much, it makes me laugh.
I managed to snag a knife from the kitchen, enough to protect me from any dangerous people on the streets at knife. I smile putting a hat on my head and my hood over it.
"Lets go." I walk out the bathroom and back to my room closing and locking the door. I open my window and look down seeing the not so far drop. I hang on slightly to the window as I come down and let go almost breaking my ankle.
I start walking towards the alleyway I saw him on our first meet n' greet. I look around nervously.
"It's been sometime since I got out at night. Feels strange." I mumble passing a drunk couple.
Lights shine everywhere I go. School girls, school guys pass my way. I found a few cool vending machines that dispense things other than drink. One even had panties.
As I walk I pass someone sort of suspicious and be dumps into me making me a bit anxious. He has jeans on with a red shirt and hat on that says 'F*** Off'
"I'm sorry-
"Hey..." his voice makes me jump. Deep and stern. "Watch where you're going." And pushes pass me without any other word.
"Said I was sorry." I sigh looking away trying to act tough.
I get to the alleyway and I peer inside seeing only people walk up to me saying 'What you ordered?' Or 'You look lost, kid'. I ignore them and walk away.
"Where is he... he could be anywhere." I mumble making sure my eye goes to every inch of my surroundings.
My stomach softly rumbles. "I should get something to snack on first." I laugh.
I walk to a store near me and walk in. So which should I get? Chips or something else like candy?
I grab a few bags of gummy candy and take them to the counter. I buy them and walk out snaking on one of the bags.
They taste so good when you're hungry.I start walking forgetting what why I snuck out. I saw some cops over by a different store and hurry across the street trying to see what they were doing. I pass by inconspicuously moving my eyes to see a guy being put in hand cuffs.
Hand cuffs... wait.. that looks like the guy from earlier. The one I bumped into. So I was right about him.
I walk away finding myself in another predicament.
"Mmm~ you look like a strong guy. You wanna have fun with me tonight?" A lady wearing work clothes walks up to a guy in a black hoodie.
He wraps his hand around her and they both leave off to darker alley. Wow, so this stuff in movies really happen all the time, huh? So weird...
"Uh..." I think back on when he took her, I saw his shorts.. my shorts. "Ah! W-wait!" I say running after them.
I catch up in no time seeing the woman pinned against the wall by his hand on her face. She muffles her screams and sees me, she reaches for me.
"Uh..." I stand in horror seeing his hood come off. My eyes grow wide seeing his psychotic smile and hearing his laugh. Jackson...
"Huh?" His head slowly turns to me and his eyes narrow into a glare. He looks away sighing me off, and proceeds to the woman screaming.
What do I do? Should I save her?
Jackson takes his hand off her mouth and on her neck choking her as I stand watching them. He takes his knife out and places it to his throat. She cries more, which drives him into a hard laugh covering her scream from all the distant.
"Ack- h-help..m-m-me-"
"No.. wait!" I yell as he slashes her neck. Blood going everywhere. He begins smashing his knife into her neck as I fall to my knees in a dramatic motion.
"C'mon! Scream more, whore!" He laughs his words over and over.
I cover my face not knowing what to do. Run... run... run... run! Now! I get up as my survival instincts come out, but I feel his hand grab me as soon as I did. I look back seeing his smiling eyes.
"Asa, I didn't expect a visit. You ready?" His eyes grow wide with excitement.
I found my killer, now what do I do?
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Kindly as I May, I Slay
Short StoryCrime is always out, but when there's crime there can also be love in the making.