More monster than man
His rampage fueled by their hate Continue reading Frank…
More monster than man
His rampage fueled by their hate Continue reading Frank…
The blade flashed silver in the light of the full-moon as he silently twisted through the trees in the park. He made his way toward the path and the spot where it passed under the road above. The tunnel, that was his destination. Just outside, on the north end, where she was sure to run by. He used a bush near the entrance as his hiding place, making sure he was downwind, just in case.
He looked toward the lighted path for any signs of her. Nothing yet. His heart began to beat faster. This was going to be the night. It had to be the night. Everything was perfect. The month of planning he put into this had to be tonight. He licked his lips as they dried in the cool autumn evening. He rolled the six-inch serrated blade in his hand, feeling the weight, taking comfort in the hours of practice he put into making the perfect thrust.
He heard the gravel crunching before he saw her crest the ridge, her body in silhouette as she ran along the path. He reached down and put the cowl over his mouth as he flexed his legs, making sure he was ready to pounce. Her ponytail bounced behind her as her arms swung. Crunch, crunch, crunch; the rhythm of her pace echoed in the night. Continue reading Monsters in the Night…