He sat in his chair, facing the fire place. Sitting so close he could feel the fire burning his skin but he couldn't move.
The pain let his mind focus. He needed to kill again.
"Why? Why now?" He said to himself, squeezing the chair so hard he could feel a wood panel in it begin to crack under the strain.
It had been almost 20 years since he had last killed. He had stopped after nearly perishing in the last fire he had set.
"We have the scars to prove it" He thought while he ran a long finger down to scar on his face that covered his lower jaw and neck. Feeling the rough skin beneath it.
"We been so good." He could feel the smile creep on his face. He had been good for long enough.
He pulled himself up from his chair and had a new determination that he hadn't seen in years.
"Where to start?"
He went and looked out the window to the street below him. If anyone had been looking up, they would have thought the man ,with the yellow eyes, had just recieved some really good news.
Author's Note
Hello, Everyone! This is my first story ever on here. I've decided to use this as a way to get back into writing since I loved writing when I was younger. I know there might be mistakes but I will fix them as I see them. Thank you :)