This is part of a story I may or may not write. I used it as part of a presentation for my creative writing class. I realize that it may seem a bit Heroes-ish. I realized that after I wrote it. oh, well. comment away.
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I knew who he was even if he didn’t know me…I was just a random girl…a victim he came to torture and kill. The latter something that he didn’t achieve. I’ve heard news of him for years. A sadistic man who preyed on young girls, torturing them and killing them for his pleasure. There was no other motive other than that. It was this that defined him as a suspected serial killer to the authorities. The news said he targeted girls between the ages of 12-19. The age range made them suspect him a rapist at first…but they don’t know how wrong they were. My mom warned me to be careful…but I didn’t listen to her. I never thought that it could happen to me.
I didn’t know what to look for. What was he supposed to look like? He could be any random guy on the street. But I knew his name…Corrado. An alias, surely, but a name all the same. I soon found out. I should’ve known better than to walk down a dark alley. A dark figure was trailing behind me…wearing dark, nearly black clothing. His face was obscured in the shadows. I began to run, but he was faster than most men. He soon caught me. I have never been more terrified in my life. He had a numerous amount of knives. I felt my heart pounding a thousand times faster than normal.
“Don’t be afraid,” he whispered in my ear in an eerily calm voice. The voice of a psychopath.
“You monster,” I hissed, and I screamed as I felt my blood spill onto the pavement.
I felt a rush of relief when I awoke. I was alive…with the only evidence of that madman’s work displayed in gashes all over my body. I steeled myself. He was gonna pay. I would make sure of it.
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