Wasn't This Suppose to be War

Chapter 2

The brunette woman screamed as I stabbed her in the heart with my dagger. I heard her mumble something about her family as she collapsed to the wet grass. I smiled gleefully. Oh how I loved the scream! It was probably the best part of killing people.

I kneeled down to her level as the blood came pouring out of the wound and seeped into her burgundy colored shirt. Sadly you could hardly tell that the blood was there with the color of her shirt. I yanked the dagger out of her chest and pulled a new dark red colored cloth out of my pocket.

I brought the cloth to the blade and pulled it from the handle to the tip getting rid of any blood that was on it. I then threw the cloth in a trash can out front of an electronics store nearby.

I was in a, I guess you would call it, abandoned area not many people passed by  because no shops were open they were all run down.

"Hey you!" A voice shouted from behind me it sounded like a teenage boy but I could have been wrong.

I turned around to find it was in fact a teenage boy with his teenage friends. Basically it was a group of boys. They all were similarly dressed. Same brown hair same dark shades same jean jackets same dark blue jeans same black t-shirt. I couldn't see their eyes this made it really hard to identify them. I remember people by their face and their eyes are like a missing piece to a puzzle. The only two differences I could see was skin tone and the sunglasses' colors.

The leader was a white boy who looked rather pale at the moment from fear. He was wearing the black glasses. The African American boy seemed like he was unsure what his leader was getting them into. He wore green sunglasses. Then there was a slightly tan boy who looked like he was trying to act all tough anyone else would have fell for it but I didn't buy it. He wore red sunglasses.

"What do you want?" I asked looking at them with the hood to my red cape hiding part my face.

The boy who called out to me and wore the black sunglasses seemed to think for a moment before responding. "I-I saw you kill that woman and the police are on their way."

I cursed because sure enough I could hear sirens in the distance. I hated teenagers somehow some of them seemed to see me kill someone. I never completely understood it but here of all places seriously?

I smiled evilly. "Why don't you say hello to her for me." I let my hood fall. I admit it's a dangerous choice but I want to scare them don't I?

"Wha-?" Pale boy started to say.

I ran up to him dagger in hand. "I said, say hello to her for me." Our faces were inches apart now. "Tell her I loved her scream of fright and pain," I add before I used the dagger to slit his throat.

The other two boys stood there fright and shock written all over their faces. Something seemed to snap in the green sunglasses boy because he shook his head and ran for his life. The tan boy followed after him seeming to realize the best choice.

"Don't you say anything to the police or you will end up like your pale friend!" I shouted after them.

I looked down at the body the sirens getting closer but I ignored it after all I'm invisible right now. His blood was a puddle on the ground already and it was touching my black flats.

I noticed the blood from both kills had manage to hit my clothes.

"Great now I'm going to have use that piece of crap called a shower." I muttered.

I tend to not use the shower if I can help it because fallen angels don't need to shower as much because they stay cleaned unless it's blood or mud or something of the like. If it is then we shower simple as that.