I licked my lips, the blood poured like a waterfall from the cut. Darkening, the sky masked my victim however his cries let me know he was still alive.
My foot hit the ground impatiently. When will he die?
"A fighter, makes a change." The man squirmed which caused the blood to squirt out. "They will get you, sicko." He spat, droplets of sweat clung to his tan forehead.
"That's funny considering how you're my twentieth victim, sir." I dragged the 'R' in a dark growl. Pathetically, he whimpered like a injured kitten and eventually the life drained out of him. Like his blood.
Leaving a note for the cops, I made my way back home with another burden gone. I don't kill for fun like him, I kill for purpose.
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yoyoyo who is this.
