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| First Blood By: Lunari Website: Whisker's and Knives Kacy sat at her computer, staring absently into the screen. She was bored, restless even, and she felt as though if she didn't do something soon, she was going to snap. She felt like this often, as if thirsting for something, but she could not find anything that would put the feeling to ease. That was when the thoughts and the emotions would come, as if welling up inside her; anger, hatred and hunger -- but for what? She would get frustrated at the violent and restless feelings, until she thought that she could take it no more, and would punch a wall until her knuckles were a bloody and swelled mess, or beat her release into a pillow, until she collapsed onto her bed, sobbing with frustration, but it was never enough. She never dared to tell anyone of these feelings, as she knew few people and trusted none near enough to share such a deep part of herself as this. She did not get along with her peers, and she always felt as if she did not belong, and could not relate to them. She disliked all teenagers, even though she was one herself, and in her mind they were nothing but cattle, sheep, nothing more than animals to be herded and hunted. Prey. One night, alone downstairs as everyone slept, as she was a night owl and preferred to be so, the feelings of restless hunger that she was so familiar with took her over again. Letting out an exasperated sigh, she clenched her teeth and glared menacingly into her thoughts, feeling the same bubbling rage building up inside her. Nothing seemed to be able to soothe this anger within her, and it seemed that the harder she tried to push the feelings down, the more they just built up, and she felt as though she would explode. Something had to be done. She tried over and over to think about what she could do to try and calm the violent emotions inside of her, and short of tearing someone apart, she could never find a thought that would answer to the thirst that had been building up for so long. She thought, tearing someone apart...murder? Her heart jumped as she thought about it. Was that what it was, the thirst and anger building up inside her, the need, was it the desire to kill, for blood and for pain? The more she thought about it, the more clearer it became, and soon that was all she could think about. Days went by and all she could do was contemplate, asking herself the same questions over and over; is it worth it? what if i'm caught? does it matter? One night, she made up her mind. She put on her boots and coat, then walked out the door, with the intent of taking a life. She did not feel guilty, nor angry anymore, but determined, and somewhat calmed. Like a predator. She would find herself a victim, and she would quench this thirst that had been lurking inside of her for such a long time. She would do this tonight. It was a cold yet clear February evening, and Kacy knew that her best chances of finding a suitable target would most likely be found on some lonely downtown street, or perhaps a dark alleyway. Although not an experienced killer, as this would be her first time, the girl was no fool, and she had no intentions of being caught. Rather than kill a family member, or even an unsuspecting neighbour, and risk drawing unwanted attention to herself, she thought it best to take her torments out on a stranger, thus not burdening herself with feelings of guilt, (as she would not have known the victim personally, if in good relation or even bad) and at the same time eliminating her name from an immediate suspect list that the detectives working on the case would be sure to create. So she walked, a predator on the hunt, armed only with a knife which she had taken from the rack on the counter, and had slid up the sleeve of her coat, before walking out the door of her darkly lit home. Her eyes scanned everywhere she looked, not looking for a victim, not yet, but rather for a place where she could hunt, away from any crowds to put her plan into action. It was snowing and the wind was blowing fast, most people who were either foolish enough to go out into such bitterly cold weather, or had somewhere to go on the cold night, made their way in small crowds together, huddled close. Deciding that she was not likely to find much luck here, Kacy continued walking, until she came to a more secluded area, which she hoped would prove to be a more promising place to carry out her crime. The girl casually leaned her back against the wall of an abandoned building, and surveyed the streets and buildings surrounding her. She could hear the sounds of cars and hustle from the main street behind her, yet the area she was in was secluded enough that she would not have to worry herself with the thought of someone witnessing the crime, as long as she was fast and did not make a mistake. Of course, abandoned as the street seemed, she knew she would not have to wait long before someone walked by. Kacy smiled slightly to herself, deciding that this would be the perfect place for a kill. She waited, leaned up against a wall, hidden by shadow, her heart pulsing fast with excitement and anticipation. She had imagined many times what it would be like, the thrill of the hunt and the danger of the kill, but now, to be actually living it out, it made her heart skip a beat as she struggled to concentrate and gather control over the emotions of both excitement and fear that were welling up inside her. Just as she had guessed, she did not have to wait long at all for a person to wander down the empty street, walking at an even pace on the sidewalk, carelessly watching the ground as he made his way alone down the dark and dim street. Kacy felt as though her heart had reached up into her throat, and she licked her lips in anticipation as she slowly slid the knife down the sleeve and into her hand. The man was close now, about 15 feet away, and she knew that she would have to strike fast, and without mistake, for she wouldn't risk giving the victim the time to scream out or react to stop the attack. Glancing around to make sure that her and the man were completely alone, and away from watching eyes, she waited, barely able to contain her anticipation. He came directly into line with the edge of the wall, and Kacy lunged from behind the corner, knife held out infront of her, the moment he came into sight. The knife plunged into the man's stomache, and he let out a strangled cry, his eyes wide from both pain and surprise. Panic flew through Kacy's mind as she realized that she had miscalculated in her excitement and haste, and had stabbed the man too low, as she intended to finish him with only a single blow to the heart. Not wanting to risk the man crying out and drawing attention to the scene, she quickly pulled the knife out of him and aimed higher and towards his chest, directly over the heart. The knife plunged in, and the man made a small gasping sound, mouth open and eyes wide with shock. Kacy drew her knife out almost has quickly as she had forced it in, careful not to get blood on herself, or the hilt of the knife. She kneeled down beside the man, who now lay on his back on the cold pavement, eyes wide and empty and dead as a fish, she wiped the bloody blade on his jacket, cleaning it before sliding it back up into her sleeve. She quickly jumped to her feet and ran back down the street and into an alley from which she had come out of. Kacy smiled, and then began to laugh to herself as she ran, shakily and nervously, pleased with herself that she had actually done that, yet also in a great hurry to get as far away as the murder scene as she could. She managed to gather her composure and slow to a fast walk, just as she turned off the street and into the main center of town. She walked towards the bus stop, intending to return home straight away, now that she had fulfilled her strange and exciting craving for murder and blood. Not ten minutes later, her bus came to a stop, and she got on. She stared blankly out the window, lost in both wonder and a strange joy, yet she allowed none of this to show in her expressions. The moment she had plunged the knife into the heart of her victim, watching his eyes go wide, his mouth open in shock, she felt an unusual sense of fulfillment build up within her, as if she had satisfied some great hunger and need within her. And she had. The image of the man's corpse on the ground, and the strange feeling of peace it brought to her, she felt, she knew, that she would have to kill again. End |
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