Prey

Molly pulled her coat tighter around herself as a gust of cold wind blew by. She looked around the dark, empty streets anxiously. Feeling like someone was watching her, Molly picked up her pace.

The garbage can in the alley beside her fell over. She jumped back, startled. A cat meowed as it walked around the can. Molly let out a long sigh of relief and turned back to continue along. She heard a low pitched laugh from behind her and started to run. She made it to the corner, rounded it and ran into something hard. She started to fall back when someone caught her.

"Wow, are you okay?" a tall, black haired man asked as he helped her steady herself.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about that," Molly nodded in thanks and went on her way. She glanced back at him, to make sure he was still walking in the other direction. She sighed in relief when she saw him in the distance.

A hand grabbed onto her arm and yanked her into the alleyway. Before she could scream another hand clasped over her mouth. She cringed as she was slammed against the brick wall. She looked up at the attacker. He had a crooked grin on his face. A second later, his grin vanished. Blood started to come out of his mouth. He looked down to see a knife in his chest. He stumbled back and fell to the ground.

"You guys are so easy," Molly laughed. He watched as she knelt in front on him and slowly pulled the knife out. "Don't worry, you'll be dead soon," Molly said as she cleaned the blood off the knife with a tissue. By the time she put the knife in her purse, he was completely lifeless. "Adieu," she said in a singsong voice as she walked away.