Vision

Chapter 1- Lucy

I stalked the streets of Philadelphia, gazing for any possible victims. Then I landed my eyes on a girl with neon pink hair. I took my phone and snapped a picture of her. I quickly turned away and pretended to look down at my phone.

She barely gave me a second glance. Unsuspecting. Good.

I walked up to her and tapped her shoulder.

"Excuse me, miss, I'm trying to find the nearest gas station, my car broke down. Can you help me?" I said. For a moment, she inspected me, then she said, "Sure, would you follow me, please."

I nodded. As soon as we turned into a alleyway, she spun around and pointed. I gripped my knife and told her, "Oh, look a station, thank you." She smiled and nodded. Then she started to walk.

"Wait." I called out.

"Yeah?" She asked. I jogged to her and pressed the rag to her mouth. She let out a high pitched scream.

"Shut the fuck up or your dead." She quieted down.

Her muscles relaxed and I removed the rag. I dragged her through the alleyway and I threw her in the backseat.

I drove to the abandoned shack and tied her down to the pretty pink chair.

A few hours later she woke up with a shriek.

"What's your name, darling?" I asked. She gasped out a name.

"Lucy..."

"What a beautiful name, now you will listen to me or you will die, capish?"

"Okay..." She muttered. She dropped her head.

"Now I will cut you loose and let you wander. But if you try to escape, boom, your dead." That frightened her.

"What's your name?" I gave her a glare. I knew she instantly regretted asking.

"Selena." It wasn't my real name, but she didn't need to know that.

"You know, your all kinds of fucked up." This made me angry. I took the knife and pressed it on her cheek. She yelped on cue.

"Don't ever insult me." I growled. She piped down. I went into the kitchen to get something to eat. There was nothing.

When I went to ask Lucy for money, she was gone.

"Fuck!" I sweared out loud. She thought I was stupid. I know exactly where she is.
I sat on the couch and the floor creaked. She was behind me, she was going to kill me with a knife. Stupid girl.

I reached behind me and I felt a gasp. The knife was pointed at my neck.

In a blink of an eye, I grabbed the knife and pulled her to the couch. She let out a screech.

I took the knife and plunged it into her stomach. I didn't stop until there was 40 stab wounds. There was blood everywhere.

I took her body and burned it. I cleaned every inch of the house. There wasn't a spot of evidence. I tossed the knife in the drawer.

I sat on the couch and thought about Lucy. What a tragedy. I lulled myself to sleep with thoughts of Lucy's death replaying over and over again.

What a tragedy.