She rushed from the cottage. Blood all over her clothes. His blood. It wasn’t that he was bad to her. He was what most normal people looked for. But from three,maybe four she had something in her. The urge to kill. A craving. A need. A want.
Light shone through the trees.
A police flashlight? To ruin the fun? Just the moon.
The moon shined down on her figure. Very everyday but ugly in the light. She laughed like a demon.
I’ve achieved something tonight. Forget normal. Forget compassion. The finger up to good. I have control and power.
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