It was a little before 7 pm in Evergreen Views, Washington. The sky was orange and red, and the sun was slowly disappearing behind a few thin clouds. Elisabeth McGuire waited patiently for the evening bus into town, fanning herself with her notebook as she scrolled down her library, looking for something decent to listen to. Her long, silky red hair tumbled down her back and flailed about in the gentle summer breeze. She was blissfully unaware of the shadowy figure watching her through the woods behind her, taking in the beauty of her petite figure as he summoned the courage to do his act.
He couldn’t help but smile as he viewed Elisabeth from the narrow gap between the two bushes he had positioned himself between. He was pretty sure she couldn’t see him, and it was amusing to him how she just stood there not knowing what he had planned for her. Everything had gone like he thought it would. The bus was not going to arrive for fifteen minutes, nobody was out driving on the lightly used rural road they were on, and Elisabeth had left her apartment like she did every Sunday evening to attend her book club at the library on Main St. Too bad for the ladies at the library, he thought as he carefully wiped a bit of sweat from his forehead.
Elizabeth didn’t particularly like the book club she went to. The people there were obnoxious and full of themselves, but she enjoyed reading and she made friends with a cute guy who also went there. She felt guilty being attracted to him, since she was married with a deployed husband, but it was strictly platonic she promised herself. She kept glancing at her phone’s clock, it was getting a bit darker and she was tired of standing there. The stupid county metro system couldn’t afford benches for stops outside of downtown.
Without warning he leapt up. He had planned everything until this point, and now he let his instinct guide him. Within half a minute he was right behind her, and sensing movement behind her she turned around and let out a surprised gasp at the sight of him. Without thought he plunged his knife into her chest. She fell backward and a stream of blood left her body and descended on the grass beside her. He felt himself getting aroused at the sight of her lying there, in a pool of her own blood. . He wondered whether she recognized him the second before he stabbed her? He had been in her Japanese class a few years back at Washington High. But it didn’t matter now, the ***** was dead or soon to be. He grabbed her feet and dragged her back into the woods, a little past the bushes to a small clearing he had scouted before. He probably should have cleaned up the blood on the spot he killed her, but he didn’t give a **** at the moment…he wanted to have his fun before she started rotting.