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Chapter 1
3 weeks earlier
Her heels clicked rhythmically on the cement sidewalk as she made her way down the quiet street, the rustling leaves her only company. The street was lit with a few street lights, some flickering and others burnt out all together. She didn't bother to pay any attention to her surroundings; she had walked this path enough times before to know it by heart. She kept herself solely concentrated on the brick house at the end of the street, the windows darkened as bedtime had come long ago.
She walked up to the rotting, wooden fence that surrounded the property and threw her bag over its top before taking a quick look behind her. After making sure the coast was clear she shimmied her way over the fence landing with a loud thud on the other side. She winced in pain as her ankle landed funny and cursed her clumsiness before picking up her bag and making her way through the back door of the house.
The floor boards were old and dusty and creaked with her every step but she was unconcerned, she knew that the owner of the house slept like the dead. She wandered up the back staircase like she had many times before in preparation for tonight. She had spent days planning this, making sure that she knew the man's schedule, knew the layout of his house so that absolutely nothing could go wrong.
She stepped up beside his bed and stared down at the sleeping man, snoring softly with a touch of drool at the corner of his mouth. He seemed so innocent, sleeping peacefully but she knew better. She had seen the terrible things he had done, the body's he had mutilated and yet he had gotten away with it. He had gotten away with it every single time and it angered her. Seven women raped and killed, seven women who would never see the light of day again. How was it that someone so dark and evil was able to roam the streets, acting as though he had done nothing to deserve punishment?
She thought about waking him but deemed it unnecessary. The kill for her had never been about seeing fear in her victim's eyes, or getting some sort of sexual arousal, for her it was all about making sure that justice was served. She pulled the knife from her coat pocket and made quick work of slicing his neck.
Knives were messy but they were also quiet, which was what she preferred. She felt his warm blood run between her gloved fingers as she looked down at her victim's face which was slightly illuminated by the moon. She felt a small smile tug at her lips as she slid the knife back into her pocket. She walked back down the creaky stairs and let herself out the back door. She felt a yawn escape her lips and decided she had better get home to bed. She had to be at work in a few short hours and had yet to sleep. It was worth it though, because justice had been served.
A/N: I know its short but I just wanted to take a short chapter to introduce you to Emily's mindset. I will try and make the future chapters a little longer. Also don't forget to review!