"glass shards" | completed

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A puff of white breath explored the outside air around her as the temperature of the warm sunny day dropped fast. She was thankful for the sweater she had chosen instead of a small tank that would leave her pale shoulders bare.

Doubt suddenly flooded her mind. Could she really go through with this? Although she had done it before, maybe it was time to retire- 5 provinces were already searching desperately for her. If she were to be caught it would for sure be at least 5 sentences of life in prison, chaining her down forever.

She wanted it to be worth it. Her heartbeat started to pound in her ears. Arianna had to make a decision now before it was too late- before someone noticed her lurking around the streets and alerted the Neighbourhood Watch - ruining her life forever.

Arianna let out a quiet, laughing sigh.

It was now or never.

Slowly, a light hanging off of a porch sputtered on, it giving the house a menacing look. Arianna's eyes gazed over the house that had been raising her soon-to-be twelfth victim. Adrenaline started pouring through her veins as she started to imagine blood gushing out of the body. Permanently staining the wood floorboards deep burgundy-brown.

Arianna quickly gave a prayer to God, wishing him to forgive her for her murderous tendencies.

Ones that she could not control any longer.

As her zipper was pulled back, a quiet creaking sound was heard from the groaning of the old wooden porch where Arianna now stood, preparing herself to strike.

A flash of silver bled out of her bag as she unlocked her case - sliding out her favourite knife, the one that could slide through skin and muscle as if it were butter. Her arm wound itself around her back, her hand clutching the knife with her fingers.

Time felt as if it was beginning to slow down as the doorbell rang, footsteps echoing down the hallway. Arianna's heartbeat pounded in her ears. All the blood in her body rushed to her cheeks, all sound fading from her ears - turning into a radio silence.

The lock of the door turned ever so slowly. The pins inside being pricked and moved, changing the state of the door.

Each of the hinges creaked softly, Arianna almost fainting from the rush of what was to happen. A wicked grin stretched across her face, showing her teeth and gums. Her eyes began to glaze over, allowing the drive to overtake her and make her who she was when she killed.

"Hello?" Liz asked from around the door.

The Razor.

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