a girl of about 16 sat on her bed, listening to her Britney Spears CD. She knew she had homework to do, but instead she had been doing a highly suggestive dance to "Toxic". She walked over to her CD player, shut it off, and sat down at her desk. Normally, she would have already had her homework done by now. But something was bothering her, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She just wasn't herself today. She sat back in her chair, twirling a piece of her straightened red hair between her fingers. Maybe she needed a walk.
She grabbed her coat and walked quietly downstairs. She passed her parents, who were fighting again in the kitchen.
"I'm going for a walk,"
"I can't believe you're doing this to me! You are such a fucking slut!
The girl spun around, only to realize the comment was directed at her mother. She wrote her parents a note, put it by the phone, and walked out into the crisp autumn dusk.
He was on the prowl, looking for his next victim. Aah, there she was. He liked how her jacket set off her flaming red hair. She looked preoccupied, like something was bothering her. Lucky for him, the sun was just setting, and there weren't many street lights out here. So, he followed her, through the darkening streets.
She turned left, into the cemetery. She always loved the rolling hills and the solitude that this place had. It seemed like the trees were always whispering, which seemed fitting. This place had many secrets.
She walked down into her favorite grove of trees, toward the middle of the cemetery. The tall pines rose around her, and wrapped around her like a blanket. She felt safe. She thought she heard a clanking, like a metal fence being climbed. She must have imagined it. She sat down on the ground, and started to play with the dead pine needles, humming Toxic".
It must have been his lucky day. She walked right into the cemetery, where there were absolutely no lights. He didn't risk the front entrance, and instead climbed the fence. He jumped off the top, and landed hard on the ground. The fence behind him banged against the poles, causing her to look around briefly, but seemed to forget it instantly. He slowly started toward her turned back, cautiously avoiding noisy leaf piles. She seemed to be humming. The song was familiar, but his mind was on other things. Then, she started to sing;
With a taste of your lips I'm on a ride
You're toxic
I'm slipping under
Taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
He smiled at how this song perversely reminded him of his mission.
Suddenly, she was tackled from behind, and flipped onto her back. It was too dark to see what was pinning her to the ground. She felt hands unbuttoning her new jeans. She tried to scream, but quickly there was a mouth on hers, kissing her roughly. She was kicking and scratching