Random Writing Scenarios

Newlyweds

Mary was holding my hand as I lead the way to my favourite mountain top. The sun was slowly setting, giving an amazing romantic atmosphere to our walk. I felt her wedding ring rub against my palm and I smiled widely. I had grown up at the foot of the mountain, and it was her first time coming here. We got there, and she let go of my hand taking a deep breath. She giggled as she waltzed around the place. The moon was rising in the sky. White, pink and yellow flowers bloomed on random patches of grass on the rock.

"Careful not to fall, darling," I said.

She kept on walking around, getting closer and closer to the edge. Her feet went so close to the border that some rocks fell down. She watched as they tumbled down the cliff. She looked mesmerized by the beauty of the environment. If only she knew she was not the first one to come here. If only she knew, this would be the last time she would see it. I watched as she pulled back from the edge, looking at me with a loving smile. Her eyes shined a bright green, her hair a red color.

I waited for the moment she would turn around. When she did, I pulled up my shirt to grab onto the small curved blade I kept hidden there. I snickered under my breath as I moved closer to her. Her back was turned to me so she did not see me approach. I leaned up to her ear and she pressed her back against my torso.

I thought about letting her live for a second, she was incredibly beautiful, not to mention sexy. That said, I had a reputation to uphold. I wrapped my weaponless arm around her torso and she sighed, I did as well. I raised the blade to her waist and before piercing the delicate skin, I spoke my last sentence to her.

"Do not dare close your eyes" I said as I finally stabbed her.

She cried in pain and surprise as I smiled happily. I turned her around to see eyes drowned in pain and betrayal. I could not wipe the smile of my face; this was just too good. Too exhilarating. The wind picked up as I set her down on the mountain.

I heard footsteps running away behind me, I did not know I had a spectator. I pulled the knife out of her skin before wiping it on her dress. Sirens were heard in the distance, and I knew it was my time to leave. I was going to find the person who interrupted us, and I will kill them too.

I quickly left the scene, not even enjoying the warmth leave her body, but I knew she would die. It was too late for her.

I ran down a secret pathway, away from the running cops, the footsteps running wild behind me.

The killer of Vomero strikes again.