Night awoke and stirred sleeping promises.
Moonlight crept into the hidden two.
Killer. Coward.
Wake.
You must wake.
We must hunt.
The man sprang up. Fueled by the decay of his bed and sick, sweet pictures of a blood-covered girl.
Killer. Coward.
He scraped his drool onto the knife, charging it for its upcoming task.
Find her.
Killer her. The freak. The whore.
We must kill.
Now now now now nownownownownownownownow-nownownownow. GO!!!!!!!
He skittered across the floor of Above. She would be easy to find. He knew her voice. He knew her smell. He knew she was close.