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Chapter Five

I finally got to the station after 20 minutes.

The time was around 5pm, so the sun had started setting. Casting dark shadows on the wall as I silently stalked around the bus station.

Finally a few minutes later, I saw the annoying hag walk from the ticket section, waving to someone behind her. Most likely her day shift was over and the night person was taking over the ticket job.

The woman walked from the bus station, the sunlight slowly fading. The only way way I could keep track of her in the oncoming darkness was the clacking of her heels on the pavement.

I slowly followed her,staying behind her and peering over corners of building to watch her and still be unnoticed.

It was working until.... my shoe stepped on a piece of glass. My weight caused the glass to crack and splutter in various directions.

Her ears perked up and she began looking around but not before I could sneak behind a tall building.

I gave a sigh of relief as the native woman turns her head back around, thinking nothing of the noise.

I continued to follow her until she reached a old, dilapidated home. She turned and walked up the cracked driveway and I thought 'you've got to be kidding me'.

That's when I noticed another car in the driveway.
She must have a husband, that'll mean two kills in one. I licked my lips in anticipation and smirked.

Oh hell yeah. I thought as I made my way to my victims broken house.

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"Hon' I'm home!" I heard the woman shout from the entrance of the home as she opened the front door. I watched keenly trying to figure out how to get in the home quietly. I was currently hidden in some bushes, making sure to keep myself unseen.

I heard the sounds of her footsteps change and knew she had entered the house.

"I'm in the kitchen, you old rat!!" Shouted a gravelly, mean voice. 'Must be her husband' I thought 'Most likely a drunk and a abuser as well' I added.

I shivered in disgust.

In the middle of my thoughts I suddenly heard the sound of a door loudly shut. I quickly stood, since I was tired of squatting and it was safe to come out (of the closet *author snickers*).

I looked around one last time, before quickly jogging to the back of the house. I scanned my surroundings, and saw to windows, 3 if I counted the one at the center of the house towards the roof.

I checked both of the windows and to my dismay they were both locked. I sighed and began climbing towards the top window.

It was almost dark so I reached the top window as fast as I could. I jumped for joy in mind when I pulled open the small window.

I squeezed through the tiny window and spilled on to the tile floor below.

I stood up and wrinkled my nose at the smell within the room which I now identified as a small, dingy bathroom. Suddenly I heard the woman and the other man, her husband shouting at each other. I tensed up.

"Why are you not making more fucking money!!!!" The male voice shouted, "I need more money for my poker game next week!"

'You won't live until next week asshole' I thought.

"I know hon' I am tryin' my best but I can't seem to get that promotion." The wife pleads.

"Not hard enough, you stupid, wretched woman!"

A hard slap resonated throughout the house.

And then another, and another.

I heard at least 10 hits came before the sound of crying was finally heard.

I suddenly got angry. So fucking angry, and I couldn't control my actions.

I saw red and with swift motions, opened the door and plunged down the stairs of the home.

I finally reached with what I perceived to be the kitchen was, and the source of the sobs.

When I enter the room and was surprised at what I saw. I saw the once confident (yet annoying) woman from the bus station now on her knees her face tilted up towards her abusive husband, who held his hand up getting ready for another smack.

I made a sound and they turned their attention to me.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" the male asked gruffly. When his eyes narrowed in my direction.

I growled at the man's stupidity and unleashed my knife from the waistband of my jeans.

"I've come here to kill you." I said my words full of venom.

The wife gave a squeak of fright and then her eyes widened as she recognized me from the bus station.

She turned to look at her husband then she looked back at me.

But, her husband looked amused. "Kill me???....kill me???!" He boomed in his obnoxious voice. "You can't kill me little girl. You couldn't even land a punch on me!"

He burst into fits of laugher.

"Thanks for the laughs, but I have a job to finish and you need to leave." The male stated while still chuckling.

His wife looked at me with pleading eyes as he said this, as if telling me to 'get out before it's was too late'.

I grinned at her husband and just for a second I thought I saw a look of fear appear in his eyes at the sight of my teeth.

But it quickly turned back to a smug grin.

I, still feeling quite angry and pissed, gripped on to shiney tightly.

I lunged at the fat guy's neck, sinking in his meaty flesh before he could even blink. His large, lifeless body fell to the ground with a big 'thump'.

I kicked the corpse hard and muttered, "Serves you right, you piece of trash.". I smiled at thought of ridding the Earth of him.

The red was slowly fading from my vision when the sound of sobbing made me turn my head. I cocked my head as I saw the bus station lady crying over the death of her husband.

People just don't know when they've been saved. I shook my head at the sight of her. Why must she be so stupid.

"Shut up you stupid bitch." I said as I plunged my knife into her back, hitting her heart.