• Her footsteps echoed through the dank, dark alley in the dead of night her uneven breath coming out in puffs of white vapor as she ran on through the night. My ragged breath and my quiet footsteps could be heard behind her as she came to a red brick wall and saw she was trapped. The blade I held in my gloved hand gleamed faintly as she stared at me wide-eyed and shocked. “Please! Please, don’t kill me I have a 2 year old daughter at my house I can’t die please don’t kill me!” She pleaded as I stepped closer looking at her through my clown mask her blue eyes appealed to me. “I can’t let you go back home I’m known for my killings and you shall not stop me.” I said as I brought up the knife and stopped short as I saw the mask. The red hair sticking out wildly on the sides and the top made me look wilder almost bolder. The sharp, pointy teeth and the beady, red eyes almost remind me of It as I brought the knife down and pointed it towards her throat. “Now tell me, why should I let you go when 20 other women pleaded with me not to kill them, but in the end they lay dead on the ground?” I asked my tone begging for her to prove me wrong as I slid the knife along her throat slowly while tiny drops of blood fell. “Because unlike them I am not afraid?” She said questioning her own self as I laughed and gripped her hair as I thrusted her head into the wall and watched her slide to the ground. My hand quivered slightly as I looked at the woman in front of me lying on the ground as blood seeped out of her head and slowly onto the road as I went to work quickly and left a single red rose just like I had done too many and stalked out of the shadows as if nothing happened.