Beneath The Blade

Chapter Two

I began to slowly get closer to Raven.
My heart was thumping fast as I approached her, making no sound. She was only an arms reach away from me. I felt the pressure to be silent rising higher and higher as I took my steps. Without watching where I was stepping, my boots crunched on a small branch.

SNAP!!

I felt my stomach drop from the middle of my body to my ass.  I quickly dove from the path into some bushes. The rustling noise and the snap from the branch caused Raven to quickly whip her head around and gasp slightly. I hid in the bushes, taking small and shallow breaths so that she could not hear me.

My heart began to beat at an intensified rate. I waited patiently in the bushes so that Raven was able to look away and continue walking along the path. Lucky for me, she did exactly what I wanted her to do. She looked back towards the direction she was heading and continued walking. Slowly, I emerged out from the bushes I had been hiding in and again, took careful steps towards her. 

 She eventually turned back onto her street, I let her get a small lead as I stopped to open my backpack. I grabbed a chloroform soaked cloth from a Ziploc back and caught up with her again. Grinning wickedly, I slowly crept up behind Raven as she had begun placing her bike away in her shed at the back of her house.

Her house was old looking, made in the Victorian era, and every tenant had kept the house in its pristine image from the day it had been built. The house was surrounded by other nice town houses from the same era, some of which you could tell had not been taken care of properly, whilst others looked the same as hers. The streetlights that illuminated the street, flickered creating a pattern between each light where every odd light lit up when every even light went out, and visa versa.

All the houses on her street shared the same big wide back yard beyond their fence lines. This was the old haunted forest that nobody dared go into, for the fear of being mauled by a wild and vicious beast. A small hut was placed just inside the woods. The owner of this hut had been rumored to be a notorious killer back in the 1950's. Some people say that she was murdered (yes, the murderer was a female, problems???), others claim that she was still alive in spirit, haunting the woods at night. There used to be stories told to children, saying that if they were not careful her spirit would gather them up and take them away for them to never return.

I did not believe in such legends. In fact, nobody was in that hut and if someone was I would know. I had been hiding out there ever since my family threw me out for not accepting the suicide of the close member that Raven drew to death. My family could be so blind. Everyone is so blind as to what this girl is doing to us. 

Just because Raven did not speak much, never stopped people falling in love with her. Why wouldn't they? She was gorgeous, beautiful, stunning. Her dark skin always glistened in the sunlight, almost as if she covered herself in glitter daily. I saw past her masks though. I knew the truth, the true her. The psychopathic bitch who simply had to look at someone for them to be grovelling at her feet. It disgusted me to no end.

Now was my chance to exact revenge upon her.