Walking through a narrow dark alley, Blood still fresh to his lips, still dripping from his long circular chin, running over his grizzly chin curtain beard. He fixes his black hoodie on his head right to hide the blood stain on his face from strangers, and hides his blood-stained hardwood handled kitchen knife behind him; wedged between his old brown leather belt that was worn and slightly torn in places and his black baggy jeans. He took his left hand and wiped the blood from around his mouth and placed it around the ankle of his pant leg. He comes to a halt, pausing for a moment he hears something…mice? No! people. People that are about to walk past the dark narrow alleyway, his eyes widen as his pupils shrink, he then throws himself to the ground. He begins to scream and shout for help, the crying while clenching his leg acting as if he was wounded. He sees them as their voices echoing become crystal clear, it’s a young black couple, he takes quick mental notes analyzing them before taking action. There is a young high-yellow man who was a little on the built side and professionally dressed with a fresh hair cut while his date a date was a beautiful young lady, skinny up top and thick at the waist they must’ve come from a event was the only thing he could conclude especially with the dialogue he heard beforehand.
It only takes him about thirty seconds to analyze them both, the bloody man begins to crawl and scream further for help with the young man snapping his head in the direction of the man down the alley, he quickly runs to his aid. He kind man helps sit the man up and ask him for his name to which the man says “Henry” the young man turns to yell at his date to call 911. She pulls out her phone and makes the call without hesitation, leaving her date to tend to the man while she talks back to the street while on the phone to flag down the police when they arrive. They young man’s head still turned to make sure his date is okay but the young man doesn’t know who he has come to the aid of. Before he can learn of this stranger’s identity , the young man feels pressure to his neck, a sharp and slicing pain cutting through his veins; pulling and tearing his flesh away from his neck. As his grabs his neck trying to stop the blood from flowing out, Henry stands up grabbing the man who stares on at him in awe realizing too late his has fallen into the web like a fly to a spider. As Henry drags him deeper into the alley and behind a dumpster, pinning him down by sitting on him the young man tries his hardest to fight but the massive amount of blood lose makes him too throw a punch, Henry stabs the young man in his chest numerous times leaving six wounds in the area; tearing and breaking several of the young man’s ribs and puncturing his internal organs, he also takes the opportunity to take a bite off the man’s nose and aggressively eats away at his lips too. Unknown to the young lady she returns to the dark narrow alleyway, she shouts calling out his name “Jay?!” when she sees his shoes and legs behind the dumpster, she slowly walks over to him coming to a corpse. Tears collect in her eyes, she jolts around looking for the stranger, that…that strange man, that bloody psychopath of a man Henry.
He is nowhere to be found, she panics for a short amount of time before remembering the police are on their way as she tries to calm down by talking to herself, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and putting one to her lips then she feels a burning sensation coming from her throat, a sharp large pain as she stumbles forward and turns around throwing her back again the brick wall in the alleyway she has found Henry, her eyes widen as she drops her cigarettes and starts to run Henry jumps out of the dumpster. Running after her and grabbing the kitchen knife that was lodged in her neck and jerks it down cutting through her Adams apple leaving it open and hitting the suprasternal notch. As she lays there dying, Henry hoovers over her with knife in hand he licks the blade while walking back to pick the cigarettes up from the ground; taking a fresh one out the pack and puts it to his lips before turning the corner out of the alley.
Three blocks down the road Henry can see the red and blue lights coming towards him he stops to admire as they pass by him, only greeting them with a grin before he continues his walk into the street nights.
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