Angel Of Death

Chapter 2

They doubt me. They don't think that I will kill again. That Eric was the last. What idiots!

This is just the beginning. Eric was to help me think, help me control the blood lust. He didn't matter, not to them at least. But they don't believe and that is dangerous! Very, very dangerous. They will see. Soon, oh so soon they will see.

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I couldn't wait very long. The flight to Mississippi was unbearable. Fifteen hours was such a long time to wait. I didn't care if the sun was still in the sky. The chaos of Eric's death had stilled enough. My research was done and done well. I had my target.

I caught her in an alleyway behind a bookstore. She lived in Jackson, Mississippi, one thousand, one hundred and ninety-nine point eight miles away from Eric in New York. They will still doubt, but soon the puzzle will come together and they will see.

My target is a nineteen year old with hazel eyes and dark brown hair. She has the looks that I would kill for.

Heh, Sorry, I had to. Anyways, right now, I am hiding behind a dumpster with a maciejowski clever. If you don't know what that is, it's this type of sword with a weird looking blade. Thick, sharp, and good for what is to be done.

I step out from my place of hiding, sword glint in what little light shone at four in the afternoon in an alley. "Hello, Ms. Swarny. What luck I have, meeting you here." My target was started, to say the least.

"Who are you? How do you know my name?" My answering laugh as malicious as I stalked towards her.

"Oh, but I know you. You're Maribell Swarny. Born on November 10th, 2011."

Maribell backed up, eyes wide and full of fear as she took in everything about me, her eyes darting between the sword in my hand and the killing calm in my eyes. I fed off the fear. Relished the way her hands shook. She begged. She pleaded."No. Please, just leave me alone!"

I herded the sinner farther back into the alley. "Why would I do that, Maribell? After all, soon it won't matter, so face your sins!" I inspected my weapon as I asked if I should list them. Then she said something that made me snap, calming myself as i readied myself to feel her blood on my hands.

"No! Leave me alone! I have done nothing!"

"Arson. Murder. Do you call that nothing, Maribell. Do you want to know why you have to die? It's because you enjoyed it," I exclaimed, not waiting for her to answer. I knew that out of everything that might have frightened her, my calm manner was at the top of that list. I readied my sword, knowing that I shouldn't stall any longer, but her response had surprised me. I had to pause, thinking over her next words.

"Then what makes you any different from me?!"

I stayed my hand. "What? What did you say?"
"I said: what makes you any different from me? If I enjoyed the deaths of those I killed, so do you!" I have to admit, she had me there.

I had to think about my answer. "I suppose I'm not, but then again, I don't deny my sins as you do." As we spoke, Maribell had backed into a wall. I could no longer wait. I thrust the maciejowski into her stomach. It sliced cleanly, my movements clean, calculated, just as every step after was. As every step before had been.
"Why?" Her last word before I twisted the clever, making her scream. I relished the pure agony in the sound. I simply loved the beauty of the way the light of life drained from her eyes as we stood their, each second lasting an eternity. I answered just before she took her final, shaky breath that held her to life. 

"Blame my father."