MEETING HER-
This is all I think of these days. Victims. Consantly searching for them. Although I don't have to look to hard. They come to me for the most part. At the park, in bars, on the train. Or here right now, on my street at my door.
They know I'm following them at this time but they ignore me. I inspect the man first. He is not of much concern. He's a good looking guy with dark hair in his early thirties. Not to tall, not to short. He is wearing a nice navy blue suit and a scarf and his very expensive shoes make the suit look out of place. Cheap some how. I am taking full range of the woman now. She is a blonde girl about twenty eight or twenty nine. She has a great looking ass and I have a brief flash of the woman two nights ago. Did I leave her there? I feel sorry for a split second and feel as though I need to vomit again. I start to slow down to fall back a bit but then I remember how badly I need this. Both of them. After them I will be fine. At least for a while.
It's not till they come to stop at the intersection that the man quickly turns around, "Can I help you?"
"Yes."
"Well what is it?" he asks, half nervously half threatening.
"I want your wallet. And the girl."
The second I finish speaking I, in one swift motion, slide my knife into the side of his neck. I am sure to stab the man in his left side with my right hand so he does not spray any blood on the girl, who is standing just to his right. He instinctively reaches for his throat. Out of fear or curiosity perhaps. I on the other hand, instinctively reach for the girl. The man sputters out a mess of sounds from the wound in his neck and falls to the ground. I think he is crying but I'm not sure. The girl starts to scream and stops quickly once I press the edge of my knife to her throat. I have swung her around so her back is to me. I gently kick out the back of her right knee and force her to the ground next to our friend. I transfer the knife to my left hand and search the mans pockets. I steal his nice black eel skin billfold. I pull her up and we hurry around the corner and double back to my building.
This is all I think of these days. Victims. Consantly searching for them. Although I don't have to look to hard. They come to me for the most part. At the park, in bars, on the train. Or here right now, on my street at my door.
They know I'm following them at this time but they ignore me. I inspect the man first. He is not of much concern. He's a good looking guy with dark hair in his early thirties. Not to tall, not to short. He is wearing a nice navy blue suit and a scarf and his very expensive shoes make the suit look out of place. Cheap some how. I am taking full range of the woman now. She is a blonde girl about twenty eight or twenty nine. She has a great looking ass and I have a brief flash of the woman two nights ago. Did I leave her there? I feel sorry for a split second and feel as though I need to vomit again. I start to slow down to fall back a bit but then I remember how badly I need this. Both of them. After them I will be fine. At least for a while.
It's not till they come to stop at the intersection that the man quickly turns around, "Can I help you?"
"Yes."
"Well what is it?" he asks, half nervously half threatening.
"I want your wallet. And the girl."
The second I finish speaking I, in one swift motion, slide my knife into the side of his neck. I am sure to stab the man in his left side with my right hand so he does not spray any blood on the girl, who is standing just to his right. He instinctively reaches for his throat. Out of fear or curiosity perhaps. I on the other hand, instinctively reach for the girl. The man sputters out a mess of sounds from the wound in his neck and falls to the ground. I think he is crying but I'm not sure. The girl starts to scream and stops quickly once I press the edge of my knife to her throat. I have swung her around so her back is to me. I gently kick out the back of her right knee and force her to the ground next to our friend. I transfer the knife to my left hand and search the mans pockets. I steal his nice black eel skin billfold. I pull her up and we hurry around the corner and double back to my building.
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by the way...those pics of chico reminded me-there is a nice pile of dog shit in my back yard
[Edited on May 04, 2003]