He watched from a careful distance as his prey; a beautiful blonde woman in her mid-20’s turned off her bedroom light and was plunged into darkness. He smiled at himself; that was his cue. His prey would soon enter her deep sleep and he was ready to sneak into her poorly secured home and take her away from this world.
She is his fifth victim. The fifth blonde woman he had observed; stalked and planned to remove her from this world permanently. These girls, these women didn’t belong in this corrupt and harsh world. They needed to be safe, in a place where it was safe, and nothing could harm them. He had planned her death meticulously, he wanted to watch the life drain from her eyes, feel her life leave her as he sent her to safety.
Twenty minutes had passed since the light had been turned out. He left his hiding spot and crept along the quiet street towards his victim’s house. He knew his way around her house, where she slept unprotected and alone.
He walked silently through her house, towards her bedroom. He waited outside, and listened for signs of movement; there was none. When he was sure that she was in her deep slumber he entered her bedroom, and stared at her quiet sleeping body.
She had curled herself into the foetal position, her hair sprayed out onto her pillows. She was breathing steadily and had her TV playing quietly in the background. This lonely woman hated to sleep in silence; she hated silence but now she was going to sleep silent forever.
He moved; observing every detail to ensure that he didn’t disturb anything. Details are important. Nothing is to be disturbed. Everything has to remain exactly how his angel left them. He leaned over the sleeping woman and smiled before he wrapped his hands around her delicate pale neck. She awoke quickly, gasping for breath and frantically kicking, and clawing at his hands, trying to get out of his chokehold. It was no use, he stared into her eyes as he increased the pressure around her neck, constricting her airwaves and watching her eyes drain of life, until she went limp, lifeless. Asphyxiated.
Once he was sure his angel had left the world, he released her from his tight grasp. He positioned her, flat on her back, with her arms folded on her torso, her hair framing her face like a golden mane. His angel, sleeping forever. Finally free from this corrupt world and then he left her soulless body in the house she was once trapped in, another angel freed.
© Sarah Kaye Hancock
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