I walk quietly, my hood over my head. The insanity inside me was waiting impatiently to be unleashed. The light from the morning twilight barley illuminated my figure, but kept my dark shadow copying my movements.
I needed a victim. Someone vulnerable, someone weak enough to break at my very presence. I smile at the thought, having a single life, fade away in my grasp. He or She was very lucky. Lucky they wouldn't have to go through the rest of the horror of life.
I begin to fiddle with the knife in my pocket. I feel someone bump into me, and I look up enough to see who it was. A woman sits on the ground, staring at me with an expression of complete and utter fear.
I give her my best smile and pull out my knife.
"You look tired," I whisper, then stab her in the neck, "Why don't you go to sleep."
Her body cripples slowly, and I stab her in the chest, and blood begins to heavily pour from the wound. Then she falls over, lifeless.
I begin to lick the blood off the blade, enjoying the sweet, yet bitter taste. I bend down and close her eyelids, "Sweet dreams." I begin to laugh maniacly, tilting my head back slightly, giving the impression of a howl.
Once I am finished, I dissapear into the shadows.
As I walk, I step on on small twigs and leaves, my bloodthirst calmed a bit. Her blood stained my jacket, like every other victim I'd had. I abandon the woods for the streets. The sun was now over the horizon.
I spotted my last victims house and smirk, then leap into the top window. In the room lays a small boy, only about six. His eyes are closed, his breathing normal. I jump from the windowsill and onto the carpet.
The boys eyes open, "Daddy?"
I am at his side, he looks up at me, his eyes widened with fear. I bend down and brush his cheek, "It's okay, just go back to sleep."
I pull my knife out of my pocket and slit his throat, blood pours from his mouth, then he falls backward lifeless.
I lick the blood off the blade like I did with the woman, then exit the room and creep down the hallway towards the master bedroom. In the bedroom a man is standing in front of the closet, slipping on a shirt.
I creep behind him and place the blade to his throat, "It's too early to be up, you need to go to sleep."
I slit his throat and blood pours from his lips, and he falls.
I laugh maniacly, "Like father like son."
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Smiley The Killer (Series Discontinued)
AcakI never chose this: the smile forcefully carved into my cheeks, the sudden urge to kill, the home I never wanted. But, ya know, the world is not a wish granting factory.
