No Way Out (Part One)

A scream ripped through her lungs. Her throat burned. Her vision started to fade. Fear permeated every fiber of her body. Her hands shook uncontrollably. Her voice wavered. The scream emanating from her lips was cut off suddenly.

The sharp blade pierced her delicate skin. The warm trickle glided down her pale neck. The blood stained her skin. Her life poured out from the wound.

Black spots dotted her sight. Her head felt increasingly heavier by the moment. Her eyes slid closed. Her head drooped. Consciousness abandoned her.

Her pale skin lost all of its vibrancy. Her light hair mingled with the sticky blood rushing out of the deadly cut. Her clothes soaked up the thick liquid like an arid sponge. One last breath escaped from her lips in a shallow burst. Her body crumpled in weakness.

The sharp blade slipped from his hand. The noise of it hitting the floor vibrated the silent room. His satisfaction slipped around him, warming his bones. A slight smile slipped across his face. He couldn’t stop starting at her stiffening form.

The sirens wailed in the distance. They didn’t break him from his trance. His mind had twisted into insanity and his common sense had long since abandoned him. He heard the police break down the door, but it seemed so far away.

They shoved him to the ground. Slapped cuffs on his skinny wrists. Forcefully they pulled him up. Dragged him into the back of an awaiting police car and slammed the door in his face.

Not until his line of sight to the massacre he had boldly created was severed, did he finally fight against his imprisonment. He allowed his spastic limps to pummel the cushion seats around him. His breath sped up and his heart raced in his slender chest. His eyes frantically searched for an escape, until they could find none. He gave up and snapped his own neck.