Crimson dressing

How to kill chapter 1 : Page 1

I was walking down the cold streets of New York State , the place were now one wanted to be. I placed the cigarette in my mouth feeling the tobacco taste spread all over my mouth. I take out my rusted sliver lighter and flick it a bit to see if it's still working.

The soft flames ignited and I felt the warm flames aura on my hand. I bring up the lighter to the cigarette and chatted it's bottom. I breath it and again tasted the light tobacco reach in my mouth. I take away the cigarette from my mouth and puff out a grey cloud of smoke that dances in the wind.

I put the cancer stick back in my mouth and head backs down the streets. I see a girl with short bleached hair and wearing a sky blue crop top and a back mini skirt as dark as the midnight sky. Let's play a game. I picked up my speed.

The girl noticed me by turning her head towards my direction. Her eyes widened knowing who I am. I'm known around this state. Known as the cold little girl. My bright pink dyed hair as bright as the color of bubble gum sticks out like a soar thumb.

The bright blue eyes I wield, covering one of them from my fringe. The tight pony tail that's as long as a horses main sways side to side. She stays frozen and tries to run but those dark blue pumps got in the way. The tripped and fell on the cold side walk.

   I grabbed the girl by her ragged hair. I dragged her into a dark corner next to and old rusted trash with a sent of a alcohol. I pulled out my old pocket knife that still shines a beautiful silver.

  I put the cold knife against her heart and remembering that it was once dressed in that crimson liquid I will die for to see. I slowly pierce the skin. I put a ragged white cloth in her mouth to muffle the screams for pain. When I drew blood I plunged the knife right into her body slicing her heart.

I drew the knife out letting the blood spray out . I stand up and take the cloth and look both ways and bolted away from the bloody sight.