Valentine's Night

Chapter 24

"This is so fucking stupid!" I growled angrily and kicked a piece of wood laying on the ground next to me. It flew across the alley and hit the wall on the other side.

You seem to be taking this well.

"Shut up! You're not helping at all." I huffed and made my way across town. I had been fighting myself for almost two days.

Unfortunately, when you have two different voices talking to you 24/7 it gets extremely hard to make any decisions. Something I had learned a long time ago but, not something I appreciated in the least.

Just make up your mind.

"Easy for you to say. It's not as simple as you probably think." I muttered. I saw a middle-aged guy walking past me as I leaned on the side of a restaurant.

He was humming and it was starting to get on my nerves. I needed a stress reliever anyways. I hurried to the other side of the restaurant and peeked around the corner to see him walking closer, his humming not ceasing until I reached out of the darkness of the night and yanked him into the alley.

He started to cry out but, I covered his mouth. He struggled to push me away but, froze when he saw my knife gleam in the moonlight. "Are you scared?" I asked.

He trembled and closed his eyes. Unlike other killers, I preferred to play with my prey, see if I could control it. I smirked and released him, blocking his easy escape. "Let's play a game, shall we? I'll be the cat and you..." I grinned as he saw my face and his filled with terror. "... can be the mouse."

He scrambled away from me and raced down the dark alley. I followed closely behind, staying just close enough to keep him going.

He ran down several ways, mostly staying in a circle, lost in my maze, until he came to a dead end. He whipped around and I saw the fear in his eyes. "Please! I'll give you anything! Just let me go home to my family!"

I scoffed and walked closer, my hood pulled over my face. "Anything? I'm sure I can name one thing you'll never want to give me."

He swallowed and stepped back as I advanced. "Please! I'm begging-"

I was close enough to him and grabbed his throat before he could finish, squeezing it and pushing him into the wall. "Begging?" I said softly. "That's so sweet of you. Unfortunately, I don't care for beggars." My face hardened and I made sure he could see every inch of my handmade grin. "They disgust me."

His eyes widened and he started struggling. "Please!"

I pulled out my knife and brought it up for him to see. "Go. To. SLEEP!" With that, I let go of his neck and sliced the blade across it.

He held very still for the next two seconds before blood sprayed everywhere, soaking my hoodie and the ground. He fell to the floor at my feet and lay motionless.

I gave him a look of annoyance and kicked his corpse off my feet, my eyes narrowed. "Weak."

I walked away, not even minding the dark red blood that covered every part of me. I was used to being drenched in my victim's life force. It was no different than any other kill.

I always felt better after a killing. It helped me clear my head, take some things off my shoulders. It was definitely my favorite kind of medicine.

I sighed and slid down the wall to the ground. This was seriously messing with me head. It was confusing.

Why is it confusing? Do you want to save her or not?

I groaned. "Yeah-"

Then do it. What's the worse that can happen?