Karma

Victim 4

Usually with my main victim I could hear their thoughts throughout the day. It was annoying as hell, but it meant that I could easily find out where they were headed when it was 'time', rather than relying on the connection I had with my victims.

The very weak connection I had with my victims.

However, this next victim had been silent all day. I didn't even know their name. Their age. Fuck it, I didn't even know their freaking gender.

So as night fell and I left my humble apartment to track them down, I had little to no information on their whereabouts and had to rely on the feeble attempt of a connection I had with them.

I growled under my breath as I shoved my hood up. Rain pattered around me and had soaked through my clothes within seconds. And I was hungry. Nobody wanted to see a hungry, pissed off not human with skinny jeans. No. One.

I shook the rain off of me like a dog. It achieved little to nothing, apart from making my world move around like I was on some sort of fairground ride. Growling again, I latched onto the connection that should've been pulling me forwards and followed it like string. It was weird. Usually, the connection with my main victims felt heavy. Like some sort of weight pressing down on me; dragging me towards them. A magnet, almost.

However, this particular connection was light and airy. It settled around me, but it wasn't strong nor pulling. It must've been the rain blocking the signal.

One time, I had to go and get this lonesome sailor. Jesus, getting across the water in nothing but jean shorts and a long sleeve top, whilst the rain poured like someone wringing out a wet t-shirt was not fun.

Plus, the sailor was half dead when I got there, meaning I wasn't even getting the full satisfaction of doing the killing because nature was already taking its course.

Another reason for me to hate Mother Nature . Fuck you Mother Nature. Fuck. You.

Focus.

I sighed to myself as I rounded a corner. Subconsciously I'd started to twirl my knife between my fingers, so as I noticed a dark shadow leaning on a tree, I was semi-ready. A grin crawled its way onto my lips as I felt the connection to them grow stronger. However, instead of hearing their thoughts, I was left with an eerie silence in my head.

I frowned slightly, losing my grin, before shrugging and making my way toward them. It was weird how one simple voice from an unsuspecting human could impact me so much.

It was always there and I was practically lost without it. It was my navigator and I was the lonely traveller.

The tarmac changed to grass and because of the rain, water seeped into my not so waterproof black boots. I scrunched my nose up at my wet feet, but paid little attention.

I was more curious about the being in front of me. I mean, I didn't even know what they'd done to earn the connection I had with them or why they were on Karma's death list and I was curious, as anyone would be. To be honest, they probably strangled a cat.

By the time I was about ten metres away from them, they had noticed my presence. They didn't turn around. They didn't they make a sound. The only movement coming from them was from their elbow moving to and fro.

But their back had tensed when I accidently-on-purposely stepped on a twig to gain some sort of recognition. It worked, but not in the way I would have liked.

The tense air around me was suffocating and that pissed me off more than the rain. It wasn't just that it was silent, but it was awkward. I was watching them and it felt like I was invading the privacy. It wasn't like I'd done it before, but this time it felt weird and I felt bad for it.