[CookingwiththeCobra]

Karl was walking home around two in the morning. It was another late night and he just wanted to get home as fast as he could. He turned down an alley as a short cut so he wasn't out on the streets any longer. It was dangerous out around that time and he didn't want to worry his wife any longer. His wife was already a mentally weak person to begin with and with him out so late he knew she wouldn't fall asleep until he was laying next to her. Karl slowed to stop when he heard a clank from behind him.

[Sarah]

Cory repressed a curse. god damn bottle was going to blow his cover. he'd been watching this guy for weeks waiting for the right time to strike. Cory hadn't quite expected the man to travel across his path so soon. creeping out from his hiding spot Cory got ready to play with his prey. "run," he snarled. "if you value your life run," he continued unable to keep his glee out of his voice. hell he was even going to give the guy a head start. after all he had done his research on the man all the way down to where he lived.

[CookingwiththeCobra]

Karl stepped back startled by the man that stepped out of the shadows. He tripped on a pile of garbage behind him and stumbled backwards. He caught himself on the brick wall behind him and clumsily took off down the alley at a faster pace than before.

He skidded around the corner and ran down the back streets. Karl was not an athletic man and soon there was aches in his sides and he had to stop and lean against a building.

[Sarah]

Cory was trying to muffle his cackles. it had been to long since he had hunted like this. watching the man stumble down the alley was just too good. it made his weeks of stalking worth it. he'd been like this ever since he first tasted blood it changed him in anyways he hadn't anticipated. it had started with a revenge kill after his boss fired him that had been the spark that had lit his fire. Cory meandered after the man. men were so predictable after all, eventually Karl would search for safety in his own home. maybe Cory would head there and wait for him, or he could stick around and prod the man into playing with him. jeez, was Karl resting already?

[CookingwiththeCobra]

Karl took a deep breath, wiped sweat from his brow and took back off towards his home. He was so scared he visably shook. He saw it in his view finally his little home, it wasnt much but enough for just him and his wife. He needed to make it, he needed to a least his wife again.

Karl could hear the steady foot steps behind him but he had to stay focused on getting home, he just had too.

[Sarah]

"And to think I gave you a head start," Cory called out. He held his knife backwards on his hand and resisted the urge to fling it at the man. Next time he'd remember to cut up his prey a little before beginning his game. "Almost home huh," Cory snickered. "What do you think you wife will think about all of this?" He asked laughing openly now.

[CookingwiththeCobra]

Karl moved away from the crazy killer, "no!" He pleaded, "please don't bring my wife into this!" He stumbled back away "please, what have I done to deserve this?" Tears fell from his face. This is not how he wanted things to end, if only he got home, then he would be safe.

Karl's breathing was uneven and his vision was blurry. He mustered up his courage and took off back down the road drawing closer to his home, to his wife, to safety.

[Sarah]

Cory stalked after the man. his home was close. Cory wondered why the man thought that he would be safe there. Cory wouldn't be stopped by a crying wife and a wooden door. Soon they were outside on the lawn of the poor man's home.

[CookingwiththeCobra]

Karl stumbled forwarded on his lawn, tears streaked his face.

Mumbling kept coming from his mouth as he tried his best to get away from his killer. Karl felt like he going insane, out of everything he had experienced this was the worst. He felt himself be pulled back as soon as he reached his door and tried to fumble with the locks. This was it, the end, "just don't hurt my wife!" He sobbed out.

[Sarah]

"What could hurt her more that the loss of her husband?" Cory asked. He drug the man into the yard and away from the door. The grass was wet with midnight dew. Cory pushed the man so he was on his knees facing the house. "Scream for me," he snarled as he plunged the knife into the man's calf.

[CookingwiththeCobra]

He let out a horrified scream that echoed through the streets. Karl fell to the ground needing his hands for support. Cold sweat fell from his forehead, the pain was the worst thing he had ever felt. The pain was clouding his mind, making it pound. He failed to hear his front door open and his wife come out.