p class="MsoNormal"Sneaking through the forest, she knew she would never get caught. Her reputation would uphold the belief that it couldn't possibly be her. Of course when you have a near death experience involving one of the most dangerous animals walking the forest, people don't expect you to hurt a fly, the whole damsel in distress act didn't hurt either. Of course her husband didn't know, he would try to stop her. The brave, gallant soul was so kind and loving that he would never approve of this. She didn't approve, but it was the only way to satisfy the voices, even if only for a little while. Each time she did it they stayed quiet for longer. She hoped that one day they would stop completely and she could forget all about it. She certainly hoped that time would come soon, she hated what she was doing for these voices. She wanted to take them away but knew that if she told anyone she would be locked up faster than you could say 'kill me'. Even though she knew it was wrong, she would rather take hundreds of lives than her own. Her target came closer, she crept forward and with one swift swish of the axe the targets head fell to the floor. Blood poured out of his neck. She swept her finger through the puddle by her feet and put it in her mouth. The blood tasted too good. She knew that if she wanted the voices to let her live she would have to kill again. /p