Broken Doll

Chapter 2: Starting Point

        Lately I've been feeling down, I don't know why, maybe it's because the world isn't what I expected it to be. I don't know why I even bothered with thinking about it. I've been on the run for about a week, barely stopping for anything. There's this feeling that something's not right, that I need to do something. So that's how I end up where I am now, standing in in an alleyway, waiting for someone to walk in, to walk to me. I stand in the darkest spot I could find, finding that I was getting excited off of this, not that I didn't mind. In fact, I love this feeling, the rush that I'm getting from the hunt, looking towards the entrance I see my next victim. A young woman, possibly in her late twenties, I have to admit she was pretty. Too bad, in the end she's only going to be a mutilated corpse.

I grin evilly, slowly picking up a pole that I found on the ground. I slowly raise the pole over my head as the woman draws closer and closer to me. Once the woman walks right in front of me, I bring down the pole, smashing her skull wide open. The woman falls to the ground, her body twitching as the puddle of blood grows bigger and bigger. I stare down at the dead woman's twitching body in absolute glee. I didn't even realize that some of her blood splattered on my face. I throw back my head and let out a terrible laugh. If someone would to have been watching, they would have thought that I was possessed. After quieting down I take one more look at the deceased woman. I pat her down as I come across her wallet. Opening the wallet I see a hundred dollars, a credit card, and an i.d. Deciding just to take the whole thing I stuff the wallet into my pocket and walk away casually. The whole time smirking as I think of who would be my next prey. The only thought that ran through my mind was, "I hope the next one can be more exciting to hunt."