She Stabbed Him.

She stabbed him. She didn’t know why, it just felt right. Before he could scream she covered his mouth and let out a deep sigh. The alleyway was dark, perfect for this sort of business. The only light came from her phone and the dark edge of the pathway. She lowered her mask and flicked through her phone with her right thumb, the other hand still on her victim. The stab wouldn’t be fatal unless left alone which was what she planned to do.  Once her victim lost enough blood they would hopefully lose consciousness. She paused, on her to do list. Looking at the phone for a while, savoring the moment. She purposely had used her left hand when stabbing the victim, wearing gloves also. Her serious face glanced over to the victim. He wasn’t moving. She smiled, wrinkling her eyes with the curvature of her smile. 

The night air was chilly and she could see her breath, the sighed deeply, removing her left hand from her victim’s face. It was quiet also. She stayed crouched close to her victim and listened. Her favourite weather was what was happening at that moment, cold, quiet, warming her hands with the victim’s still warm blood. 

She snapped out of it and slipped off her gloves placing them into a thick plastic bag and then into her coat pocket. Taking one last look at her victim and rising to stand over them. Hopefully the body would not be found until a much later date when she was out of the vicinity, by which she meant out of the city. She didn’t live here and she thought about what would happen once it was found. Would there be flies? How long would it take to be found? When would they figure out that the killer wasn’t even in the city? She began to walk briskly away from the crime scene, slipping her mask back on. These days it wasn’t unusual to be seen wearing a mask of some description, whether that was a traditional ‘cover your nose and mouth’ one or a frying pan lid crammed inside a hood. Although the mask wasn’t out of the ordinary, being out this late was. It was getting close to midnight at this point and she wondered how long she had been outside, not recalling the time she had left. 

The light of the moon were dimming and clouds were covering it. The stars stopped twinkling for a moment. This was the moment she was home. 

She took off the mask once again and slouched in a large, comfy looking chair in the corner of the room. Her ‘house’ used to be an old bunker and because of this it wasn’t close to anything, definitely not near the city she liked to go to. The walls were wet most of the time and so was the floor, they didn’t bother getting much furniture because of this. The bunker was also shared by some other people, others who were part of her group. They all liked different crimes; she liked murdering people, another liked robbery, the other liked owning illegal things and the last one, pick-pocketing. There was one other but he wasn’t interested in those sorts of things and so he acted as the group’s getaway driver. 

Not a moment later sirens began echoing throughout the city. There was a relatively nice view of the lights and skyscrapers when you went outside and then turned around so the group went outside. They stood, watching. The echoes of the sirens could be traced back to the heart of the city, right where she stabbed him. The others looked to her and asked what she had done and she just replied with a simple “I stabbed someone.” The others all nodded and went back to watching. This sort of behavior was normal on her part, it happened more often than one would like to imagine, victims would pop up every few nights, or if she was not feeling up to the task, every few weeks. The other group members seemingly got bored and went inside again, leaving her alone. She watched as the sirens echoed and the light flashed through the city. She loved the sound of sirens and the bright flashing red and blue blurs of the lights. She sat on the grass and watched the city descend into chaos. 

A week later, the police found an eye witness. Someone who had seen the crime happen with their own two eyes, the first to ever claim to have watched any of the group’s crimes. Someone who could end the group as they knew it and throw them all into jail, ending the world as they knew it. 

She picked up her knife, dusted it off and prepared for another stabbing.