"Please, please no!"
Her head slammed into the wall of the alley as his fist made contact with her jaw. Blood pooled by her feet. His knife pressed against her neck. She had nothing; nothing for him to take, nothing to offer.
His lips curled into a snarl, he ran his icy hands across her face. His tongue traced over her wounds.
She fell to her knees. She was losing this battle. A battle she had been fighting for a very long time now. The battle of life.
Her eyes were fogging. Her heart was slowing down. She curled into a ball, trying to protect herself. He kicked her limp body. He kicked her over and over and over. Bruises covered her side. He leaned over and spat on her. He knelt down and grabbed her leg. She could hear the bone snap as he applied force to it. At this point, she couldn't even feel it. It was as if she was immune to pain. It was as if she was immune to him. A faint smile rested upon her scared face. He grabbed her other leg and dragged her across the cement. Her skin tore, leaving a bloody.
"So this is how I will leave my mark, with my blood."
This isn't how she thought she would die. She thought that she would die at an old age. She thought that she would die with her family leaning over her bed. One lonely tear made the long voyage down her face. It's saltiness stung. It finished it's hike as it settled upon his boots. Oh, his boots, taking so many lives. They would see death in it's worst forms. Those boots, which will cause so much pain.
He pulled her up and leaned her body against the wall. "You see what happens when you don't listen to me?"
She could make out the outline of his face. The face of a killer, the face of a murderer, the face of her husband.
"Answer me?! Do you see?! Do you see what happens?!"
She could see agony in his eyes. Pain covered his face. His chin quivered. Tears fell down his face.
He turned away from her. He shakily drew his knife to her chest. With one look into her eyes, he plunged the blade into her heart. She didn't even blink, she just stared curiously at him.
He looked one last time at her lifeless body, rolled his eyes, and walked away.
YOU ARE READING
The Face of a Killer
TerrorThey told him that the first kill is always the hardest, but for him, it's easy to kill the person he loves most in this world. They said it gets easier, but for him, it just gets harder. They said he would never be caught if he did what they said...
