I drove around town for a while, looking for the right prey that fit Hannibal's specifications. After about 20 minutes of driving, I finally found the perfect victim. He was about 6 feet tall, and he had a lot of fat on him.
Just my luck. Hes perfect. I thought to myself.
I followed him from a safe distance, observing and mentally mapping out how i was supposed to obtain my kill. He was tall, with some muscle, but it was mostly fat. He had bigger hands, and his walking pattern told me that he was full of himself.
I stopped my car and got out. He had come to a local park i was very familiar with, and i knew all the good hiding spots. I continued to follow him on foot until he stopped at the basketball court. It was then i made myself known.
"Hey, I'm kinda lost, can you show me which general direction the elementary school is? I'm supposed to pick my boyfriend's little sister up, and i've never been over there." I laughed in a flirting manner. The boy looked at me, and got a glimmer in his eyes.
"Sure cutie, its that way. " As he turned his back and pointed, I drew my knife and slashed the backs of his knees. He shouted in agony, and dropped down. He looked at me, the glimmer in his eyes quickly shifting to fear. I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head back, inspecting him.
"You'll do perfectly." He opened his mouth in a scream, but i quickly silenced him with a flick of my knife. His scream turned to a gurgle as his life dripped to the ground. I sighed.
"Well, that wasn't a clean kill. Oh well, Hannibal can have extra meat in his freezer." I kneeled down and stuck my knife into the boy's gut, then slid it up to his sternum. I gutted him, and took as much as i could in my bag. I then jogged back to the car, got in, and drove back to Hannibal's house.