Kale clung to the shadows cast off by the enormous tree, his dark hair falling in his face. Pale grey eyes pierced the darkness while his ears strained to hear the sound of footsteps. Peering around the tree, he couldn't help but let a grin come to his face when he saw her. She came this way every night, walking home from the public library, where she worked. She always stayed late, even though the library closed at seven each night. The woman was all legs, long, pale ones that disappeared underneath her short shorts, leading up to small breasts and a pretty face. As she walked past his hiding place, he slowly crept out onto the small path that lead through the park, trailing her from a distance. By the time she reached the middle of the park, he closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around her, pressing the blade of a knife to the soft skin at her neck. "Don't move," he muttered, one of his hands upon her mouth to keep her from screaming and waiting until her struggles died down. In truth, he was rather amazed that she had come this way at all. Ever since he had started in the park, the news had been telling people not to go into the park at night, to be cautious, that sort of thing. It had certainly made everything both easier and harder. There weren't as many people there at night, but that also meant that after she was gone, there wouldn't be too many more people there. Besides, he was almost certain that the police watched the park all day, and at least a few hours during the night. However, before he had gone into the park he had made sure that no police were there. Besides that, from this area in the park, you had to be standing right there to see what was happening. Slowly, ever so slowly, he moved the knife just past her breasts, nudging the place beneath it, feeling where her ribs were. Easing the knife into that one spot, the blade slide in like butter, and soon blood was spilling over into his gloved hands. As the smell filled his nose, he breathed a sigh, feeling halfway normal again. As her body fell limp in his arms, he took a firmer grip on her, dragging her body over beneath the tree he had been hiding in. Setting a dark blue rose from his back pocket over the spot where his knife had cut her, he nodded once before turning from her, a soft sigh escaping his lips.