Jean shivered in the freezing night air, pulling her jacket tight around her to keep the warmth from escaping. All the same, the face and hand numbing chill was nothing compared to what she felt on the inside. Once again she had been stood by her boyfriend who she loved so dearly. Once again she felt the pangs of pain rushing through her body as surely as if it were being pumped through her arteries and veins along with her blood. Tonight she had been so hopeful that they would get to spend some time together alone. Time away from school, away from parents, away from distractions and homework and sycophantic friends. Jean moved about aimlessly outside the movie theater awhile longer, ever hopeful he would arrive at the last minute to sweep her off her feet, before giving up and finally leaving.

Her boyfriend was out getting drunk at a party again no doubt. Jean never went to parties, as once had been enough for her. She did not enjoy the effects alcohol had on her. It made her forget, it made her lose control, and she became a stupid bubbly carefree person. A completely different person. It scared her that she could not remember a single detail on what happen on the nights she got drunk.
Her boyfriend did not understand her fears, and indeed, has been pressuring her over the months to come to parties to get smashed with him.

Jeans refusal to drink had caused friction in her relationship, friction that was tearing it apart even now. Jean knew the signs. Her loved one was more distant, he no longer stared deeply into her eyes, he no longer smiled and rushed forward with a spark in his eyes whenever he saw her walking to him. Jean knew she was going to be dumped soon, and felt powerless to do anything about it. Jean imagined that he was out at a party right now making out with some half drunk girl. Too busy rubbing tears from her eyes, Jean bumped into a dark figure that was already attempting to step out from her way. Jean attempted to apologize to the man, seeing that it was her fault due to her mind wandering about like a child at a grocery store.

“*&!&, I’m so sorry sir, I was in another world you know?” Jean tried to offer him a polite smile that she knew looked fake, and right now she hated her mouth. The man she bumped into looked her up and down, then continued to walk towards the movie theater she just came from. Jean looked after the man and shrugged, then renewed her walk in the opposite direction, not giving the man another second of her thoughts. Turning her thoughts away from her boyfriend, Jean began to wonder how she would get home, she didn’t want to call her parents to explain to them she got stood up. She then decided she would try to find a cab, and wandered off down the street.

Not far away, the man turned to stare at the girl as she lengthened the distance between them. With the grace of a hunter, he began to quietly follow in her footsteps, gently patting the knife in his jacket to make sure it was still there. The voices in his head had chosen the girl the minute he saw her walking towards him. Smiling, he knew the voices had chosen wisely, and that if he performed well they might reward him with a day or two of silence. The hunt has begun.

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updated Oct 20 '11 by Malus