(Chapter 1)
Ashton's POV
I let the darkness of the shadows hide me like a small kid would hide under his or her cover wishing the monster under his bed would leave him alone so he can slumber in peace just once. In the shadows you can hide. In the shadows you are fear itself.
I roll the handle of the knife in my hand over and over feeling its hardness. There were perfect imperfect cracks in it from its many encounters over the years. My hands grasping the handle so tightly my knuckles turn white as I drive the blade into countless of victims. I smile remembering my first kill. It happened exactly 7 years ago.
Slowly I let my small fingers glide down to the actual blade. The most important part if the knife itself. It was sharp. Very sharp, perfect for hunting.
For killing.
A wicked smile formed on my face once I seen my first prey of the night.
It was a woman. In her late twenties or early thirties, she had long damaged blonde hair; that was threw carelessly into a horrid ponytail. Her quite big stomach was hanging out of her poor excuse for a dress, maybe she's a stripper or just a street whore. You see many of those in new York.
She was laughing out loud to nobody in particular. Just bursting out into a fit of laughter having a weird conversation with herself.
I rode him like no one ever did before, he sure should have payed me more than 50 dollars she said with a hint of hurt and anger in her voice.
I allowed my face to form a disgusted expression. Whores.......
Slowly I came out of the shadows revealing myself to the woman who looked at me like a hungry dog would look at a steak or tbone. It amused me, she eyed me like I was the prey. Me!
What're you doing outttt at night cutie, don't you they're big bad people out at this time, she said laying her dirty hand on my right muscle.
I allowed her to graze it sexually loving that she had no idea what I planned on doing to her. She will be another un remembered victim that fell into my arms.
I breathe in the slightly cold winter air. It tickled my neck and danced around my arms covering me in its coldness. Laughing as I shivered slightly.
I allowed my attention to land once again on the woman. I could smell the aroma of alcohol on her as she stood with her mouth half open giving me a some what seductive look.
She pushed the space between us little and little until we were practically bumping noses. Then thats when the fun began...........
She started kissing traces up and down my neck leaving the blood red lip stick color on it. Her hands grabbed at my ass pulling me as close as possible. I allow my pale hand to slide up the horrid skirt up her thighs and onto her......penis?
When I felt the buldge I completely stopped. She looked up as if to asks what's the matter, but before she could say it I placed my lips back onto her taking away all possible air.
She was a bit taken away, but nether the less kissed me back.
Slowly I started to retrieve the knife hidden in the waste band of my jeans. I pushed us over onto the wall and slowly grinded up into her. Under the dress I could feel her penis become hard until it felt like a brick.
Taking a quick look around I made sure there were no cameras humans or any other things that could witness this encounter. I quickly pulled the knife out and stabbed the woman in the stomach.
Just by my hand gripping the knife, I could feel every layer of skin it passed through. Her mouth opened as if out of pleasure, but that thought was easily dismissed when I saw a long pool of blood erupt from the same mouth I'd been kissing literary two seconds ago.
She allowed her pale blue eyes to look down at the knife that kissed her. Never saying a word, only gasping deeply. Her perfectly manicured hands wrapped around the knife and touched it gently as if it was the most fragile thing she'd seen in her existence.
I loved this.......the beauty of dying.
She looked at me then at the knife again and I could tell she was loosing conscious. The way her eyes moved slowly. Her body couldn't process anything and just like that her dead body hit the floor with a thump that I'm sure was the most silent drop I'd ever heard. She was dead.....
I allow a small smile to come over my face as I looked at her. My eyes filled with little tears, but not the sad kinds; more like the joyful kind. I'd saved another life.
I took a being from the filth and piss that covered the earth and just allowed her soul to go home and rest in peace. Shes not in heaven or hell. That's just bullshit made by lunitics and mean folks to make you abide by rules.
God my ass.
I take another look at her and slowly retrieve my knife walking away and heading home.
I allow my eyes to look over the city. Big flashing lights lite up to show that stores were still open. The faint noises of crickets in the distant. The grass beside the side walk that had grown far too high. Those are the beauties of this world.
But all the other things make the world ugly.
Prostitutes and stripers parading the streets. Trash littered everywhere. All the harsh killing for no good reason.
The only way murder should go is if you are saving people like me. Taking them away from the hell. Not because you dislike them, that's just cruel.
I breathe in the cold air then release it watching as it formed something that looked like smoke.
Slowly I made my way home. Not a bit bothered that blood stained my hands or the splatters of it on my white shirt.
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I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock ringing its head off. I quickly kick it off of the night stand smiling trimpantly as I hear it crash to the floor shutting off.
Instead of turning back over and laying on my bed I reluctantly got up heading for the bathroom. I prayed I don't see what I see evey morning. Blood stained hands, scratches on my skin, faint memories of people dying.
The light flicked on and off for a couple of seconds before it stayed steady. I closed my eyes in disgust as I saw blood covering my hands and it stained in my shirt. I never know who's blood it is, I just wake up and its there.
Quickly I turn on the water in the sink and let the hot water wash away the blood. It was dried and crusty and smelled of iron. I hated it. I allowed the boiling water to clean my skin and eliminate the blood that lied on my hands and under my nails. After minutes of scrubbing I walk into my beaten up room.
Clothes thrown everywhere, the smell of cigarettes and death. It stunk. But I don't smoke and its not like anyone else lives in this shit hole of broken memories.
I sigh. Pushing this from my thoughts once again I began putting on my clothes for the day. A black and red shirt with skin tight black jeans.
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I walk into the school with my head held high. High school students were like fucking dogs here..... they can smell fear on you.
St Andrew Six High was just like schools you hear about on stupid TV shows. Bullying, teachers banging students, the three mean girls. It was quite pathetic. Room 666 was the "fuck" me room. Room 291 was the "let's get stoned" room. Room 91 is the "I'm never getting married" nerd room. And room 322 is the memorial room. There's some deranged serial killer walking around killing folks. And in his "midnight strolls" he kills people which included 14 students from our high school.
Thinking about the many faces made me shiver, what kind of human being would do that? Sick.
I shook my head in disgust. They need to find that physcopath and lock him behind bars. Make sure he never sees the light of day again. I sigh.
I allow my attention to focus on the clock 7:59. Shit. I had one minute to get to class.
Without looking or really thinking i ran as fast as I could down the halls. The picking up wind blew threw my hair surely messing it up.
I was counting my seconds 10 9 8 7 6 5.....
At five I saw the class room come in view. However what I didn't see was the wall I was headed for.
I collided with it and it toppled over on me. It wasn't a wall. It was a boy. A very attractive boy.
Forgetting about the little seconds I had left I looked at the boy taking in all his features. He seemed perfect.......
Økay guys. That's chapter 1. Please comment and følløw me. Tell me if you want me tø cøntinue this støry ❤❤❤❤
-lexy
