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The middle aged women walked across the street, a hot pink purse hanging over her shoulder as a small revolver was inside. She reached into the bag and pulled out her wallet, she quickly crossed the road at a red light. The cars stopped as she crossed and once she was safely on the other side, the woman pulled out the revolver. She slowly made her way to a small store front, an alley way right behind it. She looked around and was suddenly grabbed by an unknown person. The person was lurking there for a long time, it seemed they were already bloody from head to toe. The mysterious person yanked the lady into the dark alley way and threw her to the ground, the stranger looked quite angry as he stomped one foot on her abdomen, he cocked his head and crossed his arms.

". .what is with people these days.. wanting to rob stores for no reason.. well, that's what you were going to do.. right..? "

The male asked lowly and slowly pulled his knife out from his hoodie pocket. It was already dripping with blood as he had killled another a few hours ago. He just needed to get rid of her now, then he would be done for the day.

The male didn't hear a reply so he slowly took his foot off of her stomach area, she tried to get up to run away but he interrupted her with the blade of the knife entering her upper back. She cried out for 2 seconds before he jumped down and covered her mouth, he scanned the area for a few moments before he twisted the handle and the blade went with it. The woman started to sob as her muffled cries for help were not heard since no one was around right now. That was good. He pulled the knife out of her back and yanked her by her shirt sleeve, still a hand covering her mouth. He pushed her against the wall and slowly grabbed the bag that was near him, he brang more supplies this time around so he could torture her more. He grabbed a roll of ducktape and bit off a long piece.

He slowly applied it to her mouth and rubbed it down. Now he had two free hands, so he could make her pay quicker so the cops wouldn't come and he would get caught. The male kicked the bag that he had to the side and held the knife to her throat. His eyes opened slightly to show a red eye and a yellow eye. The woman's eyes widened as she tried to break free and run. Her struggling made him want to make her death more slow and painful than he initially was planning. He had no emotion on his face as he slid the knife down her arm, a large scar followed after, the knife trailed her wrist and went back up her arm, leaving a deeper cut. He laughed lightly and pressed the blade into her shoulder, making her cry out more and more. She really wanted to live. But that was her fault, she wouldn't see her final sunrise. Which wasn't that important but her name was Sunny. But whatever, the male pulled the knife out of her shoulder and stabbed the blade back into her left temple, she looked at the male with fear and terror in her eyes, she pleaded for him to let her go, it was muffled but he could hear her.

" shut up.. I don't care what you want.... I'm giving you what you deserve, bitch.."

He mumbled in her ear and smiled wide for the first time, opening her mouth wide and stabbing the blade into her throat, blood splattered on the wall behind her and on his face and the top half of his hoodie. He wiped his face off and let the lady drop to the ground, he stepped over her body and kept one foot on her back, slicing her open and attepmting to tear out her spinal cord. He made a jagged word on her leg, it was hard to comprehend but it looked like a few dots and a small 's' in the middle of a dotted heart. The male looked around with wide eyes and searched through the bag he had carried with him. He pulled out a cloth towel and some water, pouring the water onto the cloth and rubbing his pant legs down with it, trying to get rid of the blood that coated his clothes.

He slid the hoodie off and stuffed it into the bag, most of the blood was gone on his pants so he packed up his stuff and stuffed the knife into the bottom. He swang the bags straps over his shoulders and started to walk out of the alley, his face had a few splatters of blood but he made sure to make it look like it was intentional or like make up. He walked along the border line of the street, he hoped no one found any evidence that he did anything. So he just strolled around the town, looking at all of the store fronts and hummed as he walked. Happy about his last kill.