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If I had a heart, it should have stopped beating along time ago. It didn't. I got to my feet and kept walking like nothing had happened.Thunder clapped in the sky and drops of ice cold rain fell onto my head.The wet gravel became hard pavement underneath me. I pelted off to the side of the road and behind a tree as a man on a hover board soared past me. I was tempted to kill him. Tempted to catch up with the man and rip him to pieces. His flesh being ripped apart and the smell of blood in the air. I thought about it for a moment then shook my head, I had other work to do. I stayed towards the side of the road and jogged on. Soon enough, I spotted my target. He was limping weakly on his left foot and gripping the bloody knife he had used to give me another belly button. He thought he killed me. The only way to kill me is by fire. But only Professor Blaire and I know that. I sprinted in front of the man and grinned my crooked grin. His look of satisfaction faded and he weakly raised his knife. I made a "come and get me" gesture with both hands. The man started to stagger towards me then his step faltered. His weapon clattered to the ground and he took off down the road, screaming for help.
"What a baby." I muttered to myself and unsheathed my knife. My feet pounded on the pavement as I chased after the man. I spotted the outline of his limping figure moments later. I stood in front of him, so close that if I had a heart, he could have heard it beat.
"Hello how's your evening? Ready to die?" I hissed in his ear. I watched him shiver in terror. Yes, I usually had that effect on people. I smirked at him and shoved my knife into his stomach. The man cried out in excruciating pain. I took two steps back and he fell forward to his knees. I pulled my knife back out of him and bent down to wipe it on the grass. His cries faded and he fell completely forward. I took one last look at my latest victim. He lay on the pavement in a puddle of his own blood. I sheathed my knife and walked off into the night.

Note: This Is Not The Complete Chapter One. The Rest Will Be Posted later

Hello jDawn, I'm Stealth_Slicer.

I like it so far but your writing needs work (No offence ). I went through and ironed it out a bit for you, corrections are in bold.

If I had a heart, it should have stopped beating along time ago. It didn't.

I got to my feet and kept walking like nothing had happened. Thunder clapped in the sky, and drops of ice-cold rain fell onto my head. The wet gravel became hard pavement underneath me. I pelted off to the side of the road and behind a tree as a man on a hover board soared past me.

I was tempted to kill him. Tempted to catch up with the man and rip him to pieces.
The smell of blood in the air, and the thought of ripping his flesh apart. (Wording) I thought about it for a moment then shook my head; I had other work to do.

I stayed towards the side of the road and jogged on. Soon enough, I spotted my target. He was limping weakly on his left foot, and gripping the bloody knife he had used to give me another belly button. He thought he killed me.

The only way to kill me is by fire; but only Professor Blaire and I know that.

I sprinted in front of the man and grinned my crooked grin. His look of satisfaction faded and he weakly raised his knife. I made a "come and get me,” gesture with both hands.

The man started to stagger towards me, but (Wording?) his step faltered. His weapon clattered to the ground and he took off down the road, screaming for help.
"What a baby," I muttered to myself and unsheathed my knife.

My feet pounded on the pavement as I chased after the man, and I spotted the outline of his limping figure moments later. I stood in front of him, so close that if I had a heart (No need for a comma) he could have heard it beat.

"Hello how's your evening? Ready to die?" I hissed in his ear. I watched him shiver in terror. Yes, I usually had that effect on people. I smirked at him and shoved my knife into his stomach; he cried out in excruciating pain.

I took two steps back and he fell forward to his knees. I pulled my knife back out of him, and bent down to wipe it on the grass. His cries faded, and he fell completely forward. I took one last look at my latest victim; he lay on the pavement in a puddle of his own blood. I sheathed my knife and walked off into the night.

I'm sure that there will be things I have missed (Grammar isn't my strong point hehe).

Anyway I like what you have done so far; and here is a tip for you:

When the situation changes or when something new happens make it a separate paragraph. You can also start a new paragraph if the event/situation is staying the same, but is getting a bit too long.

All the best
Stealth

Alrighty! Thank You Very Much!

No problem.