Practice Run

No one would see him coming

An unknown man stalks his prey in the night. Photo by sebastiaan stam on Unsplash

He devised his plan as he followed. Her curls bounced. He imagined she smelled of candy perfume. A perfect “popular girl” stereotype.

Waving to her friends, she turned toward her apartment. He took a parallel street, preparing to cut her off. When she rounded the corner, he was ready, slamming her into a wall. His chosen weapon, a hunting knife, appeared in his hand. He thrust the blade forward. She faded away.

James chuckled, taking off his headset. The game was an exact replica of the town — great practice. A knife lay on the table before him. He was ready.