This is not the beginning, nor the end. Somewhere in the middle. Is it good enough?
"My heart pounded quite hard in my chest as I gazed at the entrance. Violent screams and images spun rapidly in my head. For some reason, I was always nervous or simply overly excited before the hunt.
I stepped out the door and walked down the path to my garage. It was pitch black in the garage. As usual, it had a musky dusty stench that hung heavily in the air. I knew that basically everything except my car and the tarp covering my motorbike had a thick layer of dust over it.
I owned a simple silver four door Honda and a sport motorbike. As I am simply hunting tonight to study my victim, I will be using my motorbike.
It was hard to see it, so I stuck my hands out and blindly searched for it. I will love the day when I will be more organized I thought to myself as I felt one of my motorbike’s mirrors.
My hands maneuvered over to one of the handles of my motorbike and grabbed hold of it. With that, I mounted the motorbike and played with my keys to find the remote. At finding it, I jabbed my finger into one of the buttons to open the garage door and watched it as it slid open. I kicked the kick stand up and waddle out of the garage on the tips of my toes, moving the motorbike without the engine on.
Once near the side walk, I halted and just gazed at the road and sighed. I peeled the paintball mask off and placed it on the tank. My lips shuddered as the chilly air sunk deep into my skin cooling my core down. I could barely see the steam spiral into the air with each breath I exhaled.
Just seeing the steam, my cravings kicked in. Ugh, where are my cigarettes when I need them? Fuck I thought to myself as I patted my body down.
I found half a pack in one of my pockets of my sweater. “I swore I took them out of my sweater,” I mumbled as I pulled a cigarette out along with my lighter.
The cigarette dangled from my lips as I lit the lighter. My eyes analyzed the neighborhood for any witnesses as I waved the flame at the tip of the cigarette, lighting the tip up.
I inhaled a deep breath and released the carbon dioxide from my lungs out into the silent night. “I need to align the information…victims info,” I mouthed as I squeezed my eyes shut.
It was how it worked for me. I needed to lay it all out like a map on a table."
Thanks.
"My heart pounded quite hard in my chest as I gazed at the entrance. Violent screams and images spun rapidly in my head. For some reason, I was always nervous or simply overly excited before the hunt.
I stepped out the door and walked down the path to my garage. It was pitch black in the garage. As usual, it had a musky dusty stench that hung heavily in the air. I knew that basically everything except my car and the tarp covering my motorbike had a thick layer of dust over it.
I owned a simple silver four door Honda and a sport motorbike. As I am simply hunting tonight to study my victim, I will be using my motorbike.
It was hard to see it, so I stuck my hands out and blindly searched for it. I will love the day when I will be more organized I thought to myself as I felt one of my motorbike’s mirrors.
My hands maneuvered over to one of the handles of my motorbike and grabbed hold of it. With that, I mounted the motorbike and played with my keys to find the remote. At finding it, I jabbed my finger into one of the buttons to open the garage door and watched it as it slid open. I kicked the kick stand up and waddle out of the garage on the tips of my toes, moving the motorbike without the engine on.
Once near the side walk, I halted and just gazed at the road and sighed. I peeled the paintball mask off and placed it on the tank. My lips shuddered as the chilly air sunk deep into my skin cooling my core down. I could barely see the steam spiral into the air with each breath I exhaled.
Just seeing the steam, my cravings kicked in. Ugh, where are my cigarettes when I need them? Fuck I thought to myself as I patted my body down.
I found half a pack in one of my pockets of my sweater. “I swore I took them out of my sweater,” I mumbled as I pulled a cigarette out along with my lighter.
The cigarette dangled from my lips as I lit the lighter. My eyes analyzed the neighborhood for any witnesses as I waved the flame at the tip of the cigarette, lighting the tip up.
I inhaled a deep breath and released the carbon dioxide from my lungs out into the silent night. “I need to align the information…victims info,” I mouthed as I squeezed my eyes shut.
It was how it worked for me. I needed to lay it all out like a map on a table."
Thanks.