On a cold and silent night, something strange grasped the air, reeking of the smell of death. Stalking his victims. Hoping. Preying on the weak. Surrender yourself, its over. You wont feel a thing. Death is upon you. Its far too late to save her now. He strikes again. Made into a killer. No one else understands. Fighting his urges for the taste of the fresh blood. Why can no one else see? Let all of them bleed. Through the eyes. Through the eyes of a killer. No ones safe, he must kill. As she dies, he wont cry.
killer, else, grasped, reeking, preying