Beneath The Blade

Chapter One

Finally, it had started.

My first kill lay before me with nothing but silence, surrounding me. I could feel the innocence of young Raven Kinsman, slipping away from her flesh that dangled from my jagged teeth. Raven's bright eyes fading darker as she kept staring into mine. It was as if she could see my satisfaction with the revenge of her slow and painful death. The fear in her eyes was immense as if she knew this was it, the end of her existence.

Raven was never one to be up there on the top of the social ladder, she wasn't even very talkative, but somehow, she had a way to wrap anyone around her little finger and have them as her eternal slave. I was committed to bringing that to a stop after it went to far. Raven had led a close family member of mine to die. The police found them laying in a bath tub in the upstairs bathroom in the apartment that person had owned. They ruled the death as suicide, all because of one little cut on their arm. I knew different, I knew Raven had something to do with it, I knew she was the reason why they died. She killed them. Thus leading us to why I want revenge. I will avenge my family member and make sure Raven cannot do anything like that ever again.

- Two Hours Before - 

I looked up into the dark, starry night sky. It was peaceful and quiet, the only sounds that could be heard were the crickets in the grass, the waves crashing against the shoreline and the sound of my boots crunching the gravel road beneath my feet. The perfect beautiful night for revenge. A cool breeze blew threw my soft brown hair, attacking the back of my hood that I wore, causing a cool rush of wind to go down my back and out the bottom of my hooded jumper. My hands were in the pocket at the front, fiddling my fingers as I took in a deep breath. The air smelt nice, like the salt from the ocean and late night feasts that people may have been having. All in all, it was a beautiful night.

 I took small and slow baby steps behind Raven as she walked at a standard pace, pushing her bike alongside her. I wanted to calculate every move she made, every step she took. I wanted to make sure that what ever move I chose to make, was made carefully, so that I would be able to capture her and avenge my dead loved one. I was forced to take extra special care in order to not mess this up. If she screamed or called the police and I got caught, I would be sent to jail. Or worse, killed.

I followed closely, watching as she suddenly came to a stop. She leaned her bike against a wooden fence and looked out at the calming ocean. The waves were small and the sound of them crashing along the sandy shoreline was pure bliss. The moon reflected perfectly upon the ocean, creating a stunning moonlit night. I sat at a table a little down from where Raven was, leaning in close, my hands now clasped together in a fist upon the table I was seated at. I watched as the wind caught her long auburn hair, making wave in the wind. If she were a model, this would have been the perfect time to take a photo. In fact, she was in the most vulnerable position for me to shoot her if I wanted, but that is not what she deserved. For all the suffering she put people threw, she deserved much more than just a simple death. I wanted to drag hers out. Torture her, watch her squirm. All the fun stuff.

Eventually she moved again, I stood and began to follow close behind.