Pests. Vermin. Worthless pieces of filth.
Even the sky has been trying to wash them away all day. All they do is run for shelter until the rain stops. Then they go right back to their business. It’s sickening.
To be honest the world needs to be cleansed from them. Every last one of them needs to be exterminated from our streets. I plan to make that my goal. No. My job. Starting tonight.
The sky had turned dark hours ago, and I’ve been waiting for them to start heading home. Or, at least for the unlucky ones that were going to look for a place to rest. It’s the unlucky ones that I want. No one will miss them when they are gone.
It seemed like the weather agreed with my plans tonight. I couldn’t have asked for better conditions. It has been on and off all day. It was starting to mist now, providing the perfect cover that I needed to carry out my plans.
A figure stumbling out of the nearest bar suddenly caught my attention. Instantly, I took in her appearance. She had to be just right, but I was just as quickly disappointed. She carried a pair of low heel black sandals in her left hand and a dark gray jacket in the other. She had on faded tight jeans and a tight bright red tank top. Not what I was looking for. Especially when a group of girls followed after her out of the bar. All just as equally drunk.
They lost my attention as they all walked down the street laughing like mad hyenas. But the next girl to stumble out of the same bar was exactly what I was looking for.
It was clear she wasn’t with the group of girls I had seen just a few minutes earlier. The big giveaway was the fact that a man was blocking her way back into the bar as if he was sending her home. After a few more minutes of heated words being exchanged, she began to walk away. Probably to find a place to sleep for the night. Now I just needed to know that she was the perfect girl for my plans.
As I began to follow her, I took in her appearance. She was just skin and bones. Proving her struggle to survive in this cruel world. Also if that isn’t proof enough, her see-through black mesh top, short black mini skirt, and black four-inch heels said what she did for a living. She had light caramel skin and straight brown hair. Young enough to turn her life around, but refuses to. Funny thing is that if she had the motivation to, she probably would have survived tonight.
Instead, she had the ghost of Jack following her, pointing me in her direction. Might as well have a big sign over her head, flashing as it says ‘exterminate’. Things couldn’t have been more obvious.
I sank into the shadows as she suddenly stopped at a fork in her path. You could see the wheels turning in her head as she weighed the pros and cons of each direction. One way was the well-lit street, probably the longer of the two directions. But it was for sure away that she would get to her destination safe. At least she wasn’t too drunk to figure that out.
The other way was the way I was praying she would take. Most likely the shortest way to where ever she was headed. It was a poorly lit alleyway. One dim light was in the middle and it occasionally blinked off only to slowly come back on. It was the perfect place. No one would see her die. No one would come to her aid. But sadly all I could do was sit and watch. Waiting to see which path she chose.
After what felt like hours, she took a deep breath of courage and headed down the alleyway. It instantly brought a sinister smile to my face. It was just too perfect. Like works at play didn’t even want her to live, infesting our streets. So, I gave them what they wanted and followed her into the alleyway.The moment the light in the middle of it went out, I struck. Didn’t even give her a chance to scream. I watched as she fell to the ground, struggling to breathe as she choked on her own blood. The rain began to fall harder the moment my knife plunged into her abdomen for the first time. This was for Jack and his legacy.