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Night had long since fallen. Not a star shone in the velvet sky. There was no moon to cast its warm glow. Darkness clutched the bayou in a grip as cold and black as death. Fog slithered among the cypress trunks like ghostly snakes.
Hiding in the dark, one with the night, he patiently watched the house. The wicked must be vanquished from this earth or they would lead more down the path to evil with their temptations.
One would fall prey tonight; one would be no more. One would pay for her sins.
The smell of her sin called to him, beckoning him forward. His soulless eyes sought out and found the one he deemed in need of saving. Shoulder length auburn hair and eyes the color of liquid chocolate bid a companion farewell.
She was the one. His hands clenched into fists, the sinewy muscles in his biceps grew taut. A lump rose in his throat.
He inhaled the night air to give him strength. Righteous eyes looked up and down the road to confirm that no one was around.
Only the sounds of the night filled the air. He slipped the gloves over his hands, turning the knob easily. No locks stopped him, proof that God’s will was at work.
The dark soul slipped into her house. His muscles tensed in anticipation. The serrated knife tucked safely in his waistband gave him a sense of raw power. He anxiously waited to feel the cold steel blade slice through the soft womanly flesh, spilling her blood. Life and death lay in his hands.
Blood pulsed through his body, pounding in his ears. He could already smell the scent of her spilled blood.
A scream was cut short and soon a life would be no more.
It was his mission in life to rid the earth of these wretched women.