LUNATIC

way home

Dante made his way out of the cafe. He slowly walked to his car looking towards where the back door of the store was. The first one to come out would be the chosen one.

That's how he always chose when he had a difficult time choosing.
Out came Sammy. Poor sammy. She had a black coat on to protect the wind the weather was cold But that coat would not suffice and protect her from him.

She rubbed her hands together and blew warm air into them before slipping them into the pockets of her coat. Her transparent pink heels clicked against the concrete floor as she walked towards an empty, terribly lit alley.

Just as Dante saw Sammy walk away he instantly turned to follow. Following a few feet behind her, he tried his best to not make a single sound. He slid black leather gloves onto his hands. These gloves served for two purposes. One, to protect from the cold and two, to not leave a single trace.
The humidity in the air was messing up his blonde hair making them curl up. Hair was falling onto his face and he did his best to remove it by running a hand through it.
Every other minute he would look behind, assuring that no one was following.
Both of their breaths were visible in the air, that's how cold it was and it was only a few months into November .This years  is going to be cold, rough, and unbearable, he thought. Much like himself.
Upon catching up to her he placed his glove covered hands on her mouth muffling any type of noise she tried to make. She pulled and tugged on his arms but he was much too strong. With one hand he covered her mouth while with the other he had her in a choke hold. She smacked at his face trying her best to find his eyes and poke on them. But poor sammy couldn't achieve this, it was useless, she was done for. Once you had been chosen, you couldn't escape no matter how hard you tried.He held onto her tight, his arm wrapped firmly around her neck. Not a sound came out of him, or her at that. How could a girl ever compete against his strength? There was no use so sammy stopped resisting. Her legs gave up as she slipped down. He held onto her, blocking her hard fall. During that moment she didn't know who her attacker was, she hadn't seen his face. Now on the floor, her tears started running down her face. He turned around and faced her while keeping his hand on her mouth.
"Don't cry baby, you know this is the right thing," he spoke. His voice so quiet that she barely made out what he said. She was surprised by who she saw. The man she had asked to give a private show to was covering her mouth. His face was gorgeous. She mumbled trying to plead for her life. "But sammy dear, there's no use," he said a smirk forming on his lips. It was the largest most evil smirk you've ever seen. His smirk told you more than his words did. Just a smirk and you knew what he was thinking. Death . He pushed her so that she laid flat on the cold wet concrete. Tears were flooding her face but he had no mercy, no sympathy for her. He didn't care that she had a little sister to take care of or that she was attending college but needed the money to continue paying her tuition; he just saw the words slut, and whore, written all over her. To hold her down he straddled her, the way she straddled him when she was offering him a special private show. "Oh little Sammy one could see you on the street and say, she's so innocent. No one knows the whore you really are," he said running his right index finger down her wet cheek. Her eyes were full of fear, all she could think was, he's going to rape me. Why are you doing this? she mentally asked.She watched as he reached into the inside of his jacket with his right hand. Just as he took his hand out, she saw a sharp silver knife . The silver of a knife reflected the dim lights around them as he moved it around. She instantly squirmed under him trying to free herself of his insane presence. "It won't hurt baby, didn't worry my Sammy," he cooed holding the knife up. Her screams were coming out muffled, no one would hear her.His slid the knife up her torso ripping the fabric of her shirt, exposing her stomach to the cold air. Not for one second did his smirk disappear. Oh he could just feel the knife piercing into her skin. He had been thinking about it all night long. Applying just the right amount of weight to her body, he held her in place as he started inserting the tip of the knife into the skin of her abdomen. A diagonal line was his first mark. She winced in pain but he only smiled and continued, creating another diagonal line but this time going the opposite way. Her blood started pushing out, slowly dripping down the lines he was creating. She groaned, turned, kicked, screamed, but like before, there was no use.The word 'WHORE' was now engraved into her skin. Her tears had rolled down her temples and into her hair completely soaking up the sides. Her blood ran down the letters and he only smeared it around the rest of her stomach. She soon became weak, but before she passed out, he jammed the knife into the pit of her stomach, finishing her off. His smirk was present as he slid the knife down enjoying the feeling of moving it inside her. He moved down past her belly button slicing her wide open.

Sammy was no longer Sammy, she was no longer stuggling and her muffled screams were gone. He could finally remove his hand from her mouth and continue his butchering.

He took the bloody knife out and brought it to her neck. He ran the knife from one ear to the other. Blood squirted everywhere getting his black leather jacket and almost his thin face. He let the blood gush out of her neck, leaning closer to make sure it was hitting him. As the droplets of red blood hit his face and neck he delightfully smiled looking down at the awful disaster he had created. Once the gushing stopped he pulled a white handkerchief out of his jacket and wiped his face with it, removing the drops of Sammy's blood then moved onto his knife, wiping it clean. He grabbed a strand of her long black hair and chopped it off with the knife. His souvenir , he placed it into the handkerchief and slipped the knife back into the inside of his jacket then stuffed the bloody handkerchief containing her hair into his pocket.
He casually got up and took one last look at Sammy's lifeless body. Sammy's eyes were still wide open and her mouth was slightly open. He smiled once again before walking away. As he walked he whistled a chirpy tune, elated that he had accomplished the execution of yet another slut innocent and whore girl

He walked back to the parking lot and to his car. No one even noticed the blood drenched man dressed in all black coming from the black empty alley. He climbed into his car, turned it on and drove home, thinking about Sammy . Sammy's blood . Sammy's intestines that he happened to have seen when he sliced her stomach wide open. Sammy's slit throat. The look in her eyes when she saw the knife. It was all engraved into his memory, and the twenty other prostitute