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CHAPTER 2

He couldn't quite see right at first…. He had fallen asleep and his eyes were crusted over and he couldn't open them for several minutes. Once he regained his sight, a sharp searing pain shot through his arm. He looked down to find that he had slept looking for something to comfort him, finding the blade of the razor had deeply cut the palm of his hand. He sighed and got to his feet. He thought of the actions he had taken the night before, and was suddenly drowned in his own want to another kill. He wanted to hear someone scream and beg him for their own life just to kill them slowly and watch them struggle to stay alive. Tonight he promised himself.

Night came none to fast for him, but it came. Nightfall. It was amazing to him how such a single word could start a frenzy of emotions for such a young boy.

He had been watching, waiting, all day, stalking the one person he thought would beg the most. He had followed them all day. He stood in an alley now, waiting for her to pass. Her rapid pace was considerably recognizable to him. He didn't really have to watch so much as to here her…. She was approaching her death scene. He stepped out and grabbed he mouth, muffling her scream. He pushed her down to the end and closed her nose with two of his fingers while the other hand closed off her mouth. Her eyes were wet with tears but, though the pleading sadness, he could see the close resemblance to his. He stopped suffocating her just at the brink of death. Her face was tear stained and she was murmuring something that sounded like a prayer mixed with a dozen pleas. He raised his hand high above his head. He felt it briefly, the razor, solid silver, yet surprisingly very light for it's size and material. It shinned in the light almost looking like one of the millions of stars the shone brightly in the jet black sky. He brought it down, there was a lot of force behind the blow. She began to scream, but it was cut off by a strange gurgling sound as the blood squirted out from the deep wound.

Toby smiled. He was satisfied with himself. He was no longer uneasy about anything. He looked down what a worthless woman his mother was, completely worthless.