Random Prompt Ideas.

Just passing by.

It was upon the hour of three in the bright lit city of Las Vegas.

The dead of night was only accompanied by the dim glow of distant street lamps, a buzz of fire truck sirens and police cars and the casual foot steps of a dainty girl. She strides down a side walk in a shady neighborhood, the kind that sell cigarettes to nine year olds and disguises sexual predators.

She wore skinny jeans with a white blouse and thick heeled boots. Growing on her head were thick locks of chocolate hair, loose and bouncing at every step. Looking around sixteen, you may wonder, 'What the heck is she out at this hour, in a place like this.' then make the assumption that the girl maybe lives here, or is a prostitute.

Well she isn't and she doesn't, she was just walking through.

While trying not to sound like a perverted person, the sixteen year old minor had a petite figure, with a perfect figure-8 and with every step she walks in, swayed her wide hips back and forth.

Her looks would make 'any' boy drool over and 'any' girl daydream about having what she bears. But she pays them no attention to their efforts of creating sparks and fast beating hearts, just like how she doesn't notice the hungry eyes of the serial rapist, stalking her from a distance.

He was just some fifty year old geezer, donned in old clothes and a jacket, with the smell of tobacco fuming his mouth and faint yellow teeth. His hair freshly cleaned, yet poorly groomed revealed a stale brown color of age and the mans' skin, dry and patchy held small cuts of bloody, crusty scabs. 'She's getting away.' He thought as he spies on his next victim behind the ally wall. Clammy, sweaty hands came up to his intoxicating mouth, covering the loud breathes he was making. 'Need a shave.'

As the girl in the skinny jeans continues on with her walk, the active rapist thinks to himself. Wondering if she'll make a sqeak as he pulls her to the darkness. If her hair smell'd sweet, and skin so soft. Maybe she would try to fight back, like all the others, or just lay there and hope for the best, like a few of the others. The man groans softly and licks his lips, practically hearing the blood curling shriek followed by the disappearance of the girl. The rapist shrugs, maybe she'll be dead in some ditch somewhere, two towns over. After he's satisfied of course.

He holds his loud breath as a cell phone chimed through the star less sky, interrupting the mans dark thoughts of murder and the girls walk. The shoulder bag she carries unzips and a flat IPhone decorated in a panda keychain was revealed. "Hello." She answers.

'Damn,' The man thought to himself, 'Should've taken her when I had the chance.'

"Hi Mom. . . . . In a dark street, why?" Asks the girl as she locks one of her knees and leans on the leg, shifting her bosom to a side and driving the man crazy.

"Yeah, okay. . . . . . Okay. . . Okay, I know already, I've been doing this for fifty-nine years already, Mom."

'What', thought the rapist, 'No, she's gotta be exaggerating, teenagers do that all the time.' He creeps closer with impossible silence, ready to grab her the second she hangs up.

"No, I don't think so its pretty weak, kinda pathetic really." The girl adds, playfully taking a few steps forward causing the man to finch his old hands away when she was RIGHT THERE! 'Come on, hang up already.'

"Yes, I see there's a rapist behind me, Mom, saw him the minute ago, while he was checking out my ass."

'What!'

"I'll bring you home a rib and the spine, bye." She hangs up and lazily grips her phone with her arm hanging loosely at her side. Her head hangs as she speaks. "You know, the element of surprise ain't your strong suit, is it, Randy Tooly?"