Snippet #769411

Marseuves sat on the couch in Big Leo's new safehouse. He had tried sleeping, but the urge had come back. He wanted to kill something, to end the life of a man, to feel his life snuff out at his command. he had tried to fight the urge, but no longer. He stood up, put on his jacket, and went to the elevator. He hit the button for the top floor.

After arriving at the top floor, he quickly stode outside, looking for his victim. He was in a industrial sector, so his chance of finding someone was unlikely. He walked for about one and a half hourswhen he saw a woman. The woman was about 5'9'', and had rich red hair. That's the one. He began to follow her. She made several stops into stores, but Marseuves waitede discreetly for her to reappear. It was going to be dark soon, and his chance would be most likely lost. But to his luck, she ducked into a dark sidestreet.

Marseuves walked up behind her, and drew his knife. he pulled back and swung the knife at the back of her neck. But, almost with a sense of premonition, the girl ducked, and began to run away. Marseuves cursed and ran after her. She was staying ahead of him, just out of his blade's reach. Shit, she's fast! Marseuves threw his knife at the girl. It cut hershoulder and became lost in the rubble on the alley's floor. But it was enough to unbalance her, sending her to the cold, unforgiving floor below.

Marseuves stood over her, enjoying the look of fear in her eyes. He bent down and looked at her face. "So beautiful. Why did you go down the alley, you stupid girl? If you had stayed on the street, you might have avoided me. Oh well, I guess it is too late now." And with that, Marseuves began to strangle her. He pressed down harder and harder, savoring the look in her eyes. he could see her life fading. When she was at the brink of death, marseuves let go. She gasped, trying to fill her starved lungs with oxygen. Marseuves began to laugh. "You don't get it do you? You're going to die! How does that make you feel?" The woman screamed and lashed out at Marseuves face. A ring she was wearing cut into his cheek, drawing blood from the thin wound. Marseuves let out a roar of rage, and snapped the girl's slender neck between his powerful hands.

Marseuves stood up and looked at the corpse before him. The rush of murder was gone, leaving only sick resentment towards himself behind. and yet.. he felt good. Really good. It was one of the best moods he had been in since he made his jailbreak. Marseuves turned around and strolled away, trying to remember how to get back to the safehouse.