Chucky's Got A Crush
Ch.1
The house is quiet as I sneak in. I've monitored the occupant. I didn't get a good look at the owner of the house, but I don't care. As long as I get my dose of blood on my hands, I don't care who I kill.
I sneak into the kitchen to find a good size knife to use. My own is getting rusty. I find a good knife to use. I test the blade with my finger, it's been recently sharpened.
I make my way carefully up the stairs so as to not make a sound. I head for the sound of light breathing. As I open the door to the master bedroom, I see my target in bed asleep. I raise the knife in my hand ready to strike when the sleeper turns over.
I am paralysed. The person I was going to kill is a beautiful woman. She has long black hair. I can tell she's not a natural ebonette, she has dirty blond eyebrows.
Her lips are rosy pink and full. Her cheeks have a reddish hue. Her eyelashes are resting elegantly on her cheeks as she sleeps unaware of how close I was to killing her. I try to look away.
I look around the room. I notice two desks; one has a sewing machine, the other has a laptop and printer. On a bookcase, on two shelves, are books all by the same author. I take a closer look at one of them.
Where the author's picture should be was a picture of the woman I was about to kill. I'd heard of a rising authoress and singer. I'd only heard the latest hit by the woman, "Blood and Guts". I'm shocked that I was going to kill her, she has so much influence over the world.
I put the book back into place. I struggle not to fall in my shocked state. The knife in my hand is placed into my overalls. I make my way out of the room as I hear her wake up; I've been caught!