Sun, 12:20: her house in a matter of seconds. I make myself cozy in a chair by her front door, unseen from the outside looking in, but lined up for a -
Sun, 12:20: perfect shot the second she walks through the door. All I can do now? Wait…
Sun, 12:24: Ten minutes pass and I haven’t moved a single muscle. I keep my eyes fixated on the front door waiting for her to come home to what she -
Sun, 12:27: thinks will be an empty house after a long day at work. Thirty seconds later and I hear her car pull into the driveway and I go on high -
Sun, 12:30: alert. The second that her slender leg steps through the doorway I grab her with telekinesis and slam her against the nearest wall. In less-
Sun, 12:32: than a second her defensive mode kicks in and she blends in with the surroundings around her, becoming invisible. The second after that, my-
Sun, 12:34: /offensive/ mode kicks in and I slash at her leg. If for some reason she manages to wriggle out of my grasp she will leave a heavy trail of-
Sun, 12:35: blood behind her leading me right back to her. She’s not getting out of this in one piece… or alive. I will be sure of that.
Sun, 12:38: The second I make that incision on her leg, she screams out at the top of her lungs and I instantly become annoyed by it and clamp her -
Sun, 12:40: mouth shut. All that can be heard now are muffled moans and cries, which I have learned to tolerate over the years. I watch in the area in
Sun, 12:42: which I have her pinned, unable to see her thrashing, but knowing fully well that she is. Pictures begin falling off the wall, a vase is -
Sun, 12:44: kicked off of a nearby end table, shattering when it hits the ground, a new hole in the plaster wall appears from where her foot went -
Sun, 12:45: through, and a small pool of blood begins to form on the floor due to her most recent injury, thanks to hers truly.
Sun, 12:49: Having wanted this one so badly and not wanting to risk it, even though I know fully well that I’ve got this one in the bag, I get right to-
Sun, 12:52: work. Raising a finger to what I’m guessing is her skull, I begin to slide it to my right and she becomes visible again, no longer able to -
Sun, 12:54: sustain her ability. Her porcelain skin and her copper hair are quickly soaked with blood and her cries for help or for me to stop or for -
Sun, 12:56: God-only-knows-what become louder and much more panicked. I’ve had enough and I am far too hungry for invisibility to prolong this any -
Sun, 12:59: longer. With one last swift swipe of my finger, I finish her off. The top of her skull falls to the floor and I watch as her heart beats -
Sun, 13:02: for the last time and as the liveliness in her eyes fades away. I release my grip and her body hits the floor with a thud and I quickly -
Sun, 13:04: roll up my sleeves and scramble behind her raw, slick brain. Sliding my fingers along this delicate organ, I savor every moment while -
Sun, 13:06: looking for what I came here for. Only 58 seconds after poking and prodding inside if it, I find that precious invisibility of hers and -
Sun, 13:07: take it for myself. My own body quickly becomes overwhelmed as it makes room for yet another ability, but it quickly adjusts.
Sun, 13:11: I hear another car pull into the driveway- her hardworking, loving fianc