This Darkened Heart (Chapter 4)

She drew in a deep breath as she closed her eyes and focused on her task ahead. The air grew quiet and everything around her began to settle. As she breathed deeply her cloak wrapped around her petite body. She felt the flames of anxiety lick the back of her neck and work its way through her veins. 1

Her body began to curl into itself. Her ribs snapped in two, her spine shifted into unimaginable positions. You would think this would be painful. That she would, and any moment, begin to scream and lose her cover. But no. She was excited, enthusiastic, aroused. This was something new, something she hadn’t tried, and then…it was over.2

She crept along the bricked wall finding the front door and sliding underneath. The woman and man were entering their room. She followed, taking shape of everything she passed. Getting her prey she could do however she pleased, but she was too small and too weak to carry them both. This was the part she dreaded the most. There was no excitement, no thrill, to capturing her prey. It was all to simple. Hiding underneath the plastic hanging flowers on the wall, she watched as the woman, with an innocent smile on her face, helped the man lay down. She felt sick to her stomach as she gazed upon then. At least it would end soon…It would end soon…3

Her mind wandered as she waited. It would end soon. Yes. Freedom. Freedom at last. Darkness took over the room as the woman flicked the switch. She eased her way down to the floor and raised up from the ground. She stared down at the sleeping man.4

These fools were the most boring she’d ever had to deal with. She’s captured drug lords with their lover and dirty business men with their wives. No matter. As long as it got done. She reached into the pocket of her cloak and pulled out a brown rabbit skinned pouch filled with a forbidden dust. She sprinkled a little over the man’s head and did the same to the woman. She put the pouch back into her pocket. 5

She has done this so many times before that she didn’t need a clock. She knew, by instinct, that it was eleven o’clock and in one hour, her fun would be over.