EvilA Story by SabbyThose who are stained in the blood of evil, no matter what little crime they had done...should die.
She walked the dark streets alone, pretending to "hurry" home. She heard heavy footsteps behind her. There was a victim. The hunter has been hunted. She walked into a dark alley, and heard a gruff voice say,"What's a young girl like you doing out here in the middle of the night?" She turned around, acting surprised. If she hadn't known that he was a kidnapper, she'd have fallen for his trap. He had a kind look, but she knew he was the person she was hunting. She had seen and heard him behind her all day long, but he thought she didn't know. She looked into his eyes, putting on a confused look. "U-uh...I got lost..." she murmured, looking around, pretending to panic. "Come with me," the man said, grabbing her arm. It was her chance, she used her free hand to grab her dagger. She took it and stabbed it, directly at the man's stomach, and it buried itself deep inside with a satisfying thud. The man looked at her, his eyes wide in surprise. He let go of her hand and fell to the ground, groaning in pain. She looked at him, smiling. One down, lots more to go. It was so easy to lure them, she had made ten kills that month, and she was never caught. As she walked out of the dark alley, she wondered who she should target next...murderers, kidnappers, perverts, thieves? And then she decided - anyone who came in her way...after all, who cared? Anyone who was in her way would die, for all who stood in her way, were stained in the blood of the evil.
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