One step.
Two steps.
Three steps...
They're getting faster...
Faster...
Faster...
Faster...now...
She's crying.
Running and crying...what I used to do, but they laughed at my pained cries.
Echoes. Her cries echo through the empty hallways, I hear every step.
I get closer and closer to her.
This...thrill...adrenaline...hunting a prey.
She's stopped running, she's weeping on her knees.
"D-DON'T KILL ME PLEASE!"
She yelled out to me...it made me want to sing, this rush.
"...la...la la...la la la...la..."
I stepped closer and closer behind her, bent down to her ear behind her as I whispered...
"...la..."
I put the knife to her back, she let out a scream.
"PLEASE DON'T! NO!"
Did she just tell me what to do?
I let her escape as she ran, her legs collapsed and she fell.
I look at her and laugh.
"WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING YOU PSYCHO-PATH?!?"
Psycho...that echoed in my head, and turned into cold rage.
I started walking towards her again.
"...la la la...la la...la la la...la la..."
"NO! PLEASE! NO!"
I caught her by her shirt collar, pulled her into my direction.
As I whispered yet again, "...la..."
I pulled the knife and stabbed her in her heart.
I could hear the sounds of her choking on her blood.
I then walked away from her...she will die slowly in this abandoned place. Death by blood loss, stabbing, murder.
I walk away, with my bloody knife in my hand...feeling nothing but accomplishment...five down...none to go.
This rush I'll never feel again...no...I will...soon.