This world is survival of the fittest. The weak shall fall as the strong shall overcome the odds. I find myself once again on the hunting grounds stalking my prey. The first was just a random test; a kill, that’s all. I had to prove my status to the world.

This one is different. I have been studying the lifestyle of my prey. I have watched her for weeks now. Knowing her every move and habit. She arrives for her job every morning fifteen minutes early to finish her coffee and smoke one cigarette before entering the clothing store to start her shift. I watch and gaze at her blazing red hair as she walks out to take her lunch break, which is always at the small café at the shopping center. All she consumes is a single danish, for she is very conscious about her weight.

After her shift is over she heads straight for the gym to work on her figure. This one is strong, this one will be a challenge.

I plan my move as she leaves the gym. The sun has gone down I can now blend with my surroundings. I follow her to the empty parking lot, I am now so close I can smell the sweat dripping off of her beautiful curves as she walks. I can hear her heart as it is still racing from the long workout. I move in a little closer.

Should I use my knife? No, this time I shall use the wire. I shall steal the breath form her body leaving no scars on this work of art. I creep behind her not making a sound, walking with the wind.

She fumbles with her keys. Her attention has gone somewhere else; now I strike. I wrap the wire tightly around her throat. Just as thought, this one is strong, she struggles almost slipping away from my grasp. Then I hear my mother’s voice. “You idiot! Can’t you do anything right?” Mother I’m sorry, I will try harder.

I force all my weight onto her. I can hear her breath slowly leaving her lungs. With what little she has left she begs me to stop, she asks me; Why am I doing this? The whimpers send chills up my spine. I love every moment of it.

The struggle stops; she has grown weak. There is no more fight left in her. Look mother, I’ve done it, I have over powered her. Are you proud of me mother? I give the wire one last hard tug as the final breath leaves from her lifeless body.

I must leave now before they come, but I have to see her eyes. Her beautiful green eyes. Once full of life are now locked in terror. Frozen forever; this image shall stay with me. I lean down and kiss her forehead. “You were strong, unlike the first. You, my pretty, died with honor. I shall always remember you my love.”

I leave her to rest. Now I shall return to the plains to seek out my next prey. Like I said, this world is survival of the fittest.

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