Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25201620-20141130224137

As I walk down the street in the chill of night, I spot my next victim to soothe my hunger. I follow close behind. He was oblivious to my presence, but I needed to keep my distance so im not too close to alert him to my presants. I duck into an alleyway off the street. I didnt worry if someone saw me take my next meal, in Black Mountain, North Carolina; no one was out this late in this part of town. I look at my watch, 12:38 am, perfect that would be enough time to drag his body out to the near by woods.

I look out again and saw him further down the sidewalk. I stepped out and walked to catch up. I looked more clodely at him. He looked around twenty six years old and white. Pretty skinny, so I figured I could over power him easily. I took out my blade from my hoodie pocket and rushed towards him.

I lunged, stabbing him in the shoulder, covering his mouth as he fell to the ground to muffle his scream. I had misjudged his strength because he took my arm and fliped me over his shoulder on the pavement. Picking myself up I look up to see him lung at me...... landing strait on my blade. I yank it out of his stomach, pushing him over on his back, and slid the blade along his neak. The blade slowly ate away at his fleash and silenced him for the last time.

I looked up towards the skh and saw dark clouds rolling over head. Great, I muttered. The rain would wash away any blood on the ground. Now time tomake my way back to my shack in the woods. Taking his arm, I slug him over my shoulder in a firemans carry. I walked down the street at a fast pace. The only thing watching me now was the dim light of the street lamp.

As I reached the woods, I followed the path that led to my shack three miles in. I opened the door and went to the secret hatch under the bookcase. When I got down the stairs I put the body on the table, looked at my decomposing trophies hanging on the wall, then got to work.

As usual, I skinned my victim, took all the meat that I needed, then dessolved the rest of the body in acid, I took the head out and got it mounted on the wall next to the others. As I turned to head back up the stairs with my weeks worth of meat in my cooler, I saw a strange women standing at the top of the stairs.

You dont have any business here, I said. I watched her lips move, but no sound came out. No point in giving her a chance to run, I thought. Might as well take another meal. As I was about to head up the stairs, she spoke in a booming voice so loud it make the windows shudder like a person shaking in fear.

You have killed dozens of people, she said. You kill like an animal with no remorse for human life, and because of that James Foster you to will suffer the same fate. Then, after muttering some more speech I couldnt comprehend, she disappeard like a shadow in the night.  