To Kill. Goddess Volume.

[Silver]

The breeze gently caressed her clothes, the fabrics dancing with the wind, trying to softly wrestle themselves from the body that it wore them. Like a statue, the blood red lip, orange haired woman had been still for the past twenty minutes, looking. Observing. Imagining the future. Imagining the words, the tears, the last breath of many of the people that casually strolled through the park she was at. The sun has disappeared not even ten minutes ago, but the sky was bright with the refraction of its light, sporting an vivid red and pink combination in the clouds. Dragon hour as it was called back in Houston.

Cold has been starting to set as the wind brought it to the grass and trees, whispering through the leaves and branches. And the sound of music, at distance, at a long distance began to play. Was it her imagination, or was it real? She truly did not cared. Life did created some magic moments. And Death brought definitive ones. Two persons walked by as the wind died down, lovers by the locked and entwined look in their eyes. Her imagination ran, like waves of black tendrils creeping darkness between the two lovers. Have they killed, before? Their faces of rage. How would they scream in death and despair? Would thos-

A scent arrived to her nose. The nose that twitched when trouble was afoot. The nose that was the personification of instinct. The nose that captured that scent in the middle of a kiss. How does a predator hunt? First it needs a scent, a clue, a direction. And the carrier of that particular scent appeared in her eyes, walking towards a wooden bench, that had a very pretty overlook of the park. Slightly moving, the predator removed herself sight and grinned. The hunt had began two days ago.

And now it was time to savour the killing blow.