InsaneJournal

Who: The Knife (Down and dirty; Closed Narrative)
What: Pest control
When: June 7th
Where: Downtown
Warnings: More death, rather quick and painless though.

Damian was patient, if nothing else. Impatience meant you cared about what was to happen and Damian generally didn't. But there were some people in the world that grated on his nerves like no other. The tone of their voice, their inability to have a room silent, or their constant need for attention on themselves. This girl was one of those pests that Damian felt it was up to him to get rid of. He didn't need another kill, but he would enjoy this. His usual kills were young, beautiful, and healthy; while this one was young, beautiful did not exactly describe her and who knew her actual health levels since she whined about health issues only when others around her were actually hurt. The short, blonde girl worked at a diner Damian frequented and tonight he had enough of the incessant talking. Whining, that's all she did, pushing off any actual work and letting the others with better work ethics handle the messes she left behind.

The alley was dark, humid and only the sound of random water dripping against rubbish bins filled the air. He would wait there for her. The information hadn't been hard to acquire about her pathing home; she complained about it loudly often enough. The shadows of the building consumed him. The new moon darkening the city ever more. The night air was humid and crisp; the perfect temperature for the middle of spring. When he say the five foot figure step around the bend and into the shadowy abyss of the alley, he smiled to himself. She hummed loudly in a key that only dogs and bats could hear, yet she seemed to think her voice was beautiful.

The pearl handled knife lay gently in his hand as he waited for her to pass by him. Her vision obviously lacked. The silver blade glinted in what little light penetrated the alley, yet she was oblivious to it. This was survival of the fittest at its best. When she paused briefly for the echo factor the alley provided making a loud noise that he could only assume was what she thought was singing, he crept up behind her and stabbed his knife deep into her back. The blade impacted her spine, severing it and making her fall to the ground. His gloved hand held her lips gently so she could not scream and shock fell upon her quickly.

Her blood pumped out of the wound and over his hand. Her life force, which was a fair amount healthier than she had made everyone believe, exited her body and absorbed into his. He took a deep breath, revealing in the silence of the kill. This would be another gift for his stalkers.