He was petrified, his eyes were stricken with terror. The quick flash of a sharp silver blade approaching his jugular was the final image that he witnessed before his demise. The girl watched as the light went out in his eyes. She saw his face as he writhed in pain before the life finally trickled out of him, sending him in to an eternal slumber. This man would never see his wife and children ever again. His wife will stay up late at night crying while holding a picture of the man who she fell in love with. She will pretend to be strong in front of her child, but it will never bring her husband back. Now they are nothing but a broken family, and it's her fault. She slaughtered an innocent man, and she loved every single second of it.
Three years ago the girl shot a man who broke in to her house. The reality of the situation is that he had no intent of killing or hurting her. In fact, she never stopped to ask questions about why he was there, she simple didn't care. Her instinct when she saw the gun was that he was dangerous; and she proceeded to shoot him in the forehead. After that day, the only thing that she could think about was the adrenaline pumping through her, and the thrill that she felt when she had her first kill.
Nobody knows who she is. Reports about the murders state that a tall man in his twenties is the suspect for the murders throughout the country. Little do they know that the true criminal is a pure and harmless looking girl.
Her favorite sound used to be the humming of crickets coming from the small pond behind her house. Since then the killer has changed drastically. The sound of breaking bones and ripping flesh is what gives her joy now. She is sick and twisted and feels no remorse to violently end a human life. Her favorite smell is fear. The sweat, hope, and a hint of desperation. Her victims beg for their lives, and they plead desperately to be shown mercy. They scream and cry when she smiles malevolently at them, knowing that their deaths are inevitable. Some people call the girl heartless, cold, monstrous. Others do not say anything until she persuades them to speak with the razor sharp point of the knife clenched in her...