Passion of a killer

I feel I have been out here for hours, walking aimlessly under the dark cloudy nights with bugs surrounding my bloody body. I look around me wondering if I have already passed that tree, or this bush, I'm so lost.

I curse under my breath when I rember why I'm out here, "I'll find you, you son of a bitch, and I will make you pay for hurting her"

I sigh knowing how hopeless my wandering has become.

I take another unstable step falling forward on my already bruised hands giving a yelp of pain.

I lay my head down on the damp, muddy ground sighing in relief as I slowly regain a steady breathing pattern.

I gradually pick myself back up and cry out in pain grabbing my side, the knife I placed there so both of my hands would be mobile must of came loose, I feel for the Handle and realize it is lodged in the side of my thigh. I close my eyes and slowly pull it out biting me lip holding back tears.

I look down and see my already blood stained jeans is now being painted with fresh new blood. I strip myself of my coat and tie it around my inner leg hoping that it will be enough to at least get me to the killer before I bleed to death.

I'm wipe the blood off my nice using my shirt, I take a few pained steps forward before I trip again, I get up but not as swiftly as I was hoping for and find myself falling again. I give out another cry and curl up closing my damp eyes. I tell myself to not fall asleep knowing that i won't be waking up again, but unable to help myself I begin to drift off into a peaceful state.

I come back to consciousness by the sound of heavy crunching of leaves. I snap my eyes open quickly and see the feet that could only belong to a man. My eyes travel up the man and I meet eyes with him. I gasp recognizing the face instantly, he is the one. I give a sneer and attempt to get up. I make it to my knees before I stop knowing I can't get to my feet without using something to help me. I slide out my knife slowly and look at him.

"I have been waiting for you, you bastard"

He gives a smirk " I apologize for the late encounter, I just have been so busy running away from the government and all"

I give him a dirty look "your too confident, that's what's gonna destroy you, your gonna get what is coming for you, I promise."

"Well Suzanne here's something you don't know about me... Everyone who might get me in trouble never sticks around long enought", he bends down brushing my blood stained hair out of my eyes.

I jerk back and hold up my knife. "Don't test me, I have a lot of revenge filled up in my body, and your the one to blame, she didn't deserve what you did to her, none of them did."

He stands back up and turns looking up at the sky, "of course they didn't deserve it, your little girl was the most innocent of them all too I'm sure, but she was damned beautiful and she was gonna be a heart breaker when she grew up, I just did many men the favor of ridding this world of her in her early years"

"She was only four years old! And you killed her! You didn't do no deeds! All you did was cause a mess! She was smart! She had worth, your just evil!" I scream back at him.

He wips around to face me, "you think I did it on purpose? All I want is love. Your little girl was so sweet when I saw her, she came up to me and asked me what was wrong, your little girl cared more then any grown woman would have about me, so I took her and I wanted to raise her as my own, but then she kept telling me she needed to go home, that I wasn't a safe man, she told me I needed help, she started screaming, how else was I supposed to shut her up? Huh? How?!"

He was beginning to raise his voice and I was itching towards my knife again waiting for the chance.

I here him hiccup and realize he was crying. My eyes raise a but and I tilt my head wondering how I was going to kill him, but then I shook me head knowing he didn't deserve such sympathy from me.

"Your better off dead, if you can't live your life patiently waiting for that one person to find you then your nothing more then a insect. You don't diserve a happy life. You diserve death" I spat next to his foot and notice he wasn't shaking anymore.

Still with his back turned towards me I here him say "your right, I don't diserve life, maybe i should just give myself up..." He then turns to me giving a ruthless smile, "or maybe I could stick around awhile longer"

I draw my blade and point it at him, my courage suddenly blown out like it was a small flame.

I watch him approach me slowly his hands twitching.

"D-don't you dare come any closer to me, I'll slice your head off, I swear"

"Hush now Suzanne you talk too much, never a good sign now is it? Hand me the knife and I might spare you"

I back up trailing my hand against the ground looking for a stable stick to get me back on my feet. I clench my hand around a tree stump keeping me eyes on his face.

He lunges forward hands reaching towards my knife.

I gasp and quickly jump up. "I'm not letting you win again!"

He moves closer and is just an inch away when he grabs my bad leg, i plunge the knife between his shoulder blades and kick with my good foot causing me to fall next to him.

with a loud crack I see my leg bend unnaturally and I yelp.

I watch his eyes roll back in his head and then he groans.

Pulling away quickly I reach for the knife but am stopped by his massive arm. He is still alive.

He takes the knife out and stands up aiming it towards me, "your not getting away Suzanne I already told you"

I turn away limping, towards a big upturned tree. I can hear his heavy breathing behind me.

I attempt to crawl over the trunk but I feel him grab my hair and with an excruciating pain he yanks me backwards throwing me to the ground.

"Now don't move and we can end this quickly"

I gasp as I get back on my feet and stand up as straight as possible. "I'm not going down without a fight"

He gives a short laugh "as you wish"

I watch his feet and realize one is set oddly inwards telling me his ankle is twisted. I give a slight smile and begin to plot how I'm going to use this to my advantage. I stand there waiting for him to get closer.

As soon as I see he is preparing another lunge i jump sideways knowing he will follow without thinking.

Doing just that he mimics my move and falls forward with another cry.

I quickly take the knife out of his grasp and look at him, "didn't you ever learn not to put your wait on a sprain?"

I laugh again and dig the knife in his side twisting it. He gives a panicked scream before it is cut off by a gurgle of blood.

He begins to move his hand towards me but is unsuccessful since it is making little random movements.

I ease the knife out and once more push it in and look at him. "You don't mess with a mother ever"

I see him looking at me before his head falls and he goes silent.

I feel for a pulse double checking to see if he is dead.

Once I'm sure he is I collapse next to him and wipe the blood off my weapon.

I feel tears collect. In my eyes and I look up in the sky "I'm sorry I wasn't sooner baby, but now that the bad guy is gone I'll join you peacefully"

I turn the knife on myself and using my other hand remove my shirt.

I take a few deep breaths and the thrust the blade straight into my heart. I give a cough and then I close my eyes falling into a deep and final slumber.

... No task is done unless it was finished with a justice and purpose...