Toxic

 The moonlight was caught with the sharp object, making the weapon look more deadly than it already is. As if he were in slow motion he plunged the knife into the man's chest. Repeatedly, he slid it over and over until there was a pool of blood below his victim. Never in my life had I witnessed something as gruesome as this. I watched, frozen, in utter shock and disbelief at what this stranger was doing before me.

I heard the sound of a click, it was low and deep, followed by a pang of smoke. No doubt in my mind that it was of a gun shot. So many things flowed in my mind. Why would he do this? What if he found out I knew?

"It's done." He spoke. That voice was something I would never forget. It was deep, slow and he had the strongest accent I've heard. I peered through the edge of the bin taking note that he was on the phone. He spoke rather shakily, almost as though he were nervous. Almost.

I need to get the hell out of here. I need to.

Harry's POV

"It's done." I informed him.

To be honest, I was scared out of my fucking mind. All the blood that was on me made my adrenaline ten times faster. It wasn't the first time that I've killed someone. I've killed many. It's the thought of getting caught that I feared. I mean, who would want a life sentence in prison? That's most likely what I would have if they find out about all the shit I did in only one year.

"Very well. Come back as fast as possible. Remember, leave no trace that could lead to us." With that he hung up.

I was about to leave until I heard a faint noise come from behind me. Walking closer to a garbage bin I could see a small figure behind. The moonlight allowed me to catch a glimpse of piercing blue eyes. They held fear in them and some other emotion I couldn't figure out. But I do know one thing for sure.

Whoever this is knows what I just did.