He sharpened his silver blade.
It was quite beautiful, the blade, reflecting the moonlight off its silver surface, with intricate little swirls dancing along its tip. He couldn't remember where he had gotten it from. Maybe a little corner shop in Morocco back in '11, where he strangled that sufi dancer. Yes, that's probably where he got it from.
He bit down on his lower lip as he held the blade, examining it for any imperfections. He couldn't have any imperfections on this blade, especially since his next victims were perfect.
It'd be a shame if he used something imperfect against them.
He sharpened the blade one last time, before he left the park bench, making his way to the perfect little dancers' home.
** Author's Note **
So this is my second book on Wattpad, even though I haven't completed the first one. I'll still update both regularly but this idea kind of came out of nowhere so I had to type it up and just see where it would go. I hope you like it!
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The Dancer | Wattys2018 | COMPLETED
Mystery / ThrillerFour hundred victims. Fifty seven dancers. One murderer. The Dancer - a murderer who stalks and violently kills those who find their passion within the art of dance, his motive unknown. Madison Perelli - Daughter and ballerina to world famous dance...
