Inhuman Love

Night out

It's 1987 on a dark gloomy night. The Moon light glistened on the mans olive skin, sweat beads dripping down as his head turned back, franticly as if he is expecting to see someone to be chasing behind him. The street lights lite up part of the street but it seems like he's running away from the light. The sirens filled his ears as they got more distant. His breath hitched as he made a sharp turn and hid behind the dumpster. He groaned as he grabbed his chest, checking to see if it was still there. As he realized it's still there he let out a satisfied sigh. 

The sirens turned off, he took that as a sign that they already made it. He peered his head out to check his surroundings, he saw the distant lights flashing at the crime scene. He took this time to come out of hiding and he continued to walk down the street, away from the lights. He kept his eye out for someone and when he did see someone he would hide in the shops doorway, out of their sight. He noted, although it was 2am there was a strange amount of people.  

He passed an intoxicated person laying down, shivering from the nights wicked winds. He stared down at the person for a minute before stopping in his tracks. His hand dipped down into his coat pocket before pulling out some stray change along with some bills. He counted out at least 200 hundred dollars. He grabbed a 50 dollar bill and stuffed it into the old empty coffee cup. He then followed his first action by slipping his jacket off and placing it over the man like he was trying to tuck him in. He took off running to his, not far, apartment. 

Once he stepped into the apartment he made his way to the bathroom, running the shower than stepping in front of the mirror. He examined himself, chucking at himself he stripped down and stepped into the now, hot water. He brushed through his hair as the water started to turn red. He sang happily, thinking and reliving the murder in his mind. Once he was clean he stepped out onto the pink fluffy rug. He wiggled his toes through it, feeling comfort from the texture of it. He smiled to himself as he wrapped the town around him, whipping away the remaining water that stuck to his body. He slipped into his boxers and a white plain tee. He turned off the lights after entering into the bed room that light snores can be heard from. 

He pulled the blanket over himself and admired the girl that was already half way asleep. 

"Rough night?" A girl spoke softly, obviously not fully awake. 

"Very."  He chuckled while running his hands through his hair. He kissed her check before turning over and letting the snores of both of them fill the room