Snippet #11731

Marseuves walked down the the city street. There were people all over the place. They all were bustling around, like bees in a hive. He strolled along casually, watching the people who rushed around him. He didn't watch out for the police, who were driving up and down the street, along with some S.W.A.T. vans, an abulace or two, and even a firetruck. Marseuves was amazed by how many people were looking for him.

Marseuves stood at the corner of the sidewalk, in a crowd of ten to fifteen people. The light switched green, and he crossed the street. Marseuves casually glanced at the man who he was bumping shoulders with. It was a middle-aged man, wearing a brown suit with a rather ugly green tie. He felt his gut clenching. The need was coming back. That uncontrollable urge to kill, to end someone's life. He knew that if he didn't give in, the urge would tear at his brain and body until he couldn't control it.

So Marseuves Black choose this man, this random stranger. He was going to end this man's existence. He might have a family, but Marseuves didn't care. He was only thinking of the best way to lure this man away from the crowds, so he may commit his evil act.