Heart Stealer

Uno

Can Heart Stealer steal the heart of her enemy? Or will her heart be the one that gets stolen?

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I walked alone wearing pants and shirt that fully covered my body at night, so of course, that didn't stop a creep from following me along the way.

I turned into a narrow alleyway, where a lone streetlamp flickered weakly over the slick granite path. Green dumpsters lined the walls, overflowing with sagging black trash bags that stank of rot and rodents. I took four cautious steps forward—and then, with a sputter, the light gave out, plunging everything into darkness

I did not turn around, I continued walking forward slowly, even if I was being followed.

The eeriness of silence made the atmosphere unbearable, and as I continued walking, I reached a wall that towered above me, a dead end. I placed my hands against the wall, trying to gauge the sides if I could force my way in, but there was no way out. I can't climb the high wall.

What's more unnerving is that there's not a single footstep heard, but I could sense the insatiable lust creeping up to me, a side where I could tell the creep could burst at any moment, realizing he got lucky cornering a girl in the middle of the night.

I took two steps back, suddenly, the light flickered, shining the alleyway that briefly revealed fragments of his stretched shadows, the moment I noticed, he pounced on me and I turned my head back to look at him, and it was too late.

I smiled, thinking how easy it was to lure rapists this way.

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I've killed 499 people.

No, they're not people.

They're rapists, sex offenders, child rapists, child traffickers, pedophiles, or whatever you call them. They're not humans, they're monsters. They should not live knowing they've killed the lives of women, their souls, I mean.

And tonight marks the "500th." I pierced my silver edged stiletto deep to the rapist's heart, puncturing through his back as his eyes dilate.

"M----ercy." He gagged out blood while looking at me for sympathy.

"Mercy?" I repeated in a monotone, it pissed me off and I leaned closer to his eyes that followed mine. Out of all from a fucking rapist, you'd hear their last words waste it begging for mercy.

"Go fuck yourself." With an annoyed smile I stabbed deeper, I heard his flesh gouge and his blood squirt, the hem of my red dress caught and got soaked, his eyes deluded and soon perished.

"Nagkalat pa sakin."

I made sure he wouldn't lay a finger on me, but a bit of his blood splurted on my dress, and it felt uncomfortable.

Women fear rapists, and so rapists fear me. I am Heart Stealer, and here in the philippines, I made a name for myself, Medusa.

The killer of rapists.

I wiped my stiletto using the fabric of his shirt, the tiny amount of blood he splattered on me wasn't visible, but I always make sure I wouldn't raise a suspicion.

One wrong move and they will know who Medusa is.

I left his body down the dark alley, "Now." I face the high wall again, scanning the tight wall between me.

I darted from wall to wall with swift, assassin-like precision, building momentum with each leap until I reached the high wall's edge. With a single powerful motion, I gripped the ledge, swung myself over, and landed effortlessly on the other side.