Rain was pouring down the windows of an old two-story house in England. In the house was utter silence. All except for the slow, steady breathing of a girl. She was about seventeen years old and had long, sleek black hair that went up to her shoulders. The room was dark with light only from the moon that showed through the shattered window. There was no furniture in any of the rooms. The girl was silent while she was lying in the middle of one room, staring intently at an hourglass. The door slowly creeked open and the girl's eyes slowly looked over, head still facing the hourglass.
She saw a black cat that she had kept ever since she found it when she was a little girl come in with something in it's mouth. " Oh, hello Kitten," she greeted tirely. She never really thought of a real name for the cat, so she just called it Kitten. " Did you find something today?" Kitten walked next to her and dropped a bloody dead mouse from it's mouth. The grusome sight of the creature did not make the teen flinch; she was used to blood. " That's very nice Kitten," she said, then continued to stare at the hourglass.
" Kitten?" she said. " Do you see this hourglass? The sand in it keeps on going down and down, but never up. No matter what you do, the sand could only go down. Do you know what else goes down? Numbers." The cat walked over to the other side of the hourglass and stared at it as well. " Not ordinary numbers, though." the girl explained. " Those keep on going up. No, I'm talking about the numbers above people's heads. They keep on lowering and lowering until the numbers are gone, and so is the life of the person. Just like an hourglass."
Lightning showed through the window. " You do know that every one and everything on this planet must die eventually, don't you? It's very sad at first, and people never seem to accept the fact that they will. Instead, they've made up something that would give them a false hope; immortality. As long as they believe in immortals, they will believe that not everyone has to die. It's rather stupid, really, don't you think, Kitten?" The cat just stared at the sand that continued to pour down. The girl sighed.
" The people who don't believe in death, they are stupid as well. That is why I always see their numbers lower rather quickly. Since I am the only person who can teach them that death is real, I have to be the one responsible to kill them. It's not really a burden. I actually enjoy it quite much. But it gets boring after a while." The girl stared out the window with her deep, black eyes that seemed to have a tint of red in them.
" Do you know what else Kitten?" she asked. The cat made a muffled "meow" as it went over and rubbed its head on the girl hand, gesturing for her to scratch it. The girl did so and continued to stare. " There is one man that I worry about. I don't believe in immortals, of course, but something tells me that it's going to be difficult for him to die. Do you know why? It's because he doesn't have any numbers. I can't see anything, and I'm afraid he might not die. I can't allow that to happen. He has to die in order for the others that surround him to believe in death."
She heard crying outside her window and went to see what the cause of it was. A woman was standing in the middle of the empty streets without an umbrella, crying. The girl stared at the woman with wary eyes until she grabbed a knife from her skirt pocket and threw it at the woman's head. Immediately, the crying stopped. The girl shook he head and walked back to the hourglass. " That's better," she said. " What was I talking about again Kitten?" The cat said nothing. " Ah, yes. The man," she said as if the cat had answered her back. " This man, he's not in England. I'm sure of that. I know he's not in Japan either. Where could he be?"
She heard someone scream and saw lights come on in other houses as the discovery of the woman's dead body was found by a passing businessman. " America, perhaps? He's been there before. Why not go back?" she said to herself as she saw a crowd began to form as the businessman dialed for an ambulance. " No matter where he is, I will find him. I have to kill him. Even if it means taking my own life as well. You know, Kitten, there's another reason that I want to kill him."
The girl took out another knife and started staring at it. " That man doesn't deserve his life. Do you know why? He enjoys watching pain and suffering, not because he has too but because he wants to. Remember the woman that I told you about Kitten? Well, the day she died, the man, who was still a boy at the time, did nothing but stare, and grin. He laughed at death, Kitten. That is something that can never be forgiven, no matter who the victem is. Death is not a laughing matter, and I'll make sure that that man never forgets that."
The girl sighed then. " I wonder... when will I see him again? Honestly, I'm frightened a bit. Not because of his personality, though. It's because that once I find him, there's a strong chance that I'll grow insane. I'm barely holding on to what little grip I have on sanity already, Kitten. I don't know how much longer I could take it. That is why I have so little emotions, you see. Exposing to much of my emotions will probably make me let go of sanity for good. Once I see him, a sensation will hit me, and I will no longer be able to contain it. I have to sacrifice my sanity in order to kill the man. Do you think it's worth it, Kitten...?"
Kitten meowed again in a sad tone. The girl frowned. " That is life, Kitten. Always making sacrifices throughout life in order to get what you want. I'll miss you. You're my only friend. But now, Kitten, we have to part our ways. You seem to have no problem finding food," She looked over at the rat corpse, then looked back at the cat, staring into its amber eyes. " I'm off then. I'm sure you won't miss me. Goodbye, Kitten."
And with that, the mysterious teenage girl walked out of the house and to the streets. The crowd didn't seem to notice as the sirens of the ambulance became audible. " Such as life..." she said to herself as she kept on walking. Once the sun was up, she was going to go buy an airplane ticket to America to find the one she needed to kill. Money was not a problem. She had plenty from her previous victems. The girl would go to every state in the country if she needed to, but that didn't seem likely to her. She already somehow knew where she would start off.
She would go to California, in the city that was called Los Angeles. Three murders had recently took place there, and the murderer must be the man she was looking for.