by Caroline Tigeress

Created on: June 27, 2009

Devoid of anything close to being human

She walks in the shadow between worlds

Not listening to anyone or thing

Not caring for anyone or thing

A lack of conscience is inadequate to describe it

She sees the street thug walking toward her

His knife is drawn

She dawdles just for a moment

Slips into the alley

He follows in pursuit

In the Stygian blackness the hunter feels he is safe

She knows he is not

With a the flare of a kick

The knife leaves his hand

The hunter becomes the hunted

The assassin of souls is wakened

The strap of her purse becomes a garrote

He is on his knees

Choking

Wheezing

Gasping for air

His last sight is looking up her skirt

She walks off into the night

Looking to hunt again.

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