A/N My second attempt at a story. This takes place from the killers pov.
I look outside my window at the busy traffic zooming along, however my
mind is other places. I still think of my last victim. She screamed so much , but I
wasn't worried about the neighbors hearing. Having a soundproof basement is a
big benefit. She was so innocent I almost spared her, almost. The sound of her
pained screams and endless pleading for her life was music to my ears. I watched
her take her dying breath. I was sad to see her go but she was no fun anymore.
It's time to let them go when they stop fighting and give in. Although I'll never
forget the thrill of the kill, I will have to remove those bloodstains. I guess it's time
I cleaned my knife, I'll need it soon. I grab a garbage bag and place her inside. I'll
dispose of her in the river when it gets dark. She didn't matter anyway, she was
merely practice. After all I have to have my technique down when I go after the
true object of my desire, a certain CSI.
A/N PLEASE, PLAEASE, PLEASE REVIEW. I WOULD LOVE HELP ON THIS. I AM NOT THE MOST CONFIDENT WRITER AND WILL GLADLY WELCOME ALL IDEAS AND CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM.