Worlds of Terror

‘Hearing a blood curdling scream was the moment that made me think..’ ‘What?’ That was the thought that young 17 year old Dante Faust was left with, after taking yet another life. As he stood there stunned, with his weapon jammed into his targets back, he heard a woman’s scream light up the darkened alleyway. The piercing screech the lady had let out was something out a thriller movie. If he didn’t move quick enough he would’ve been caught. He was left with two choices. One. Kill the woman who saw him. Or two. Run away and pretend he was never discovered. Hearing the sounds of more footsteps approaching his mind began to race, he doesn’t have enough time to discard the traces he left, so he’s left with only one option. Kill the woman. As he swiftly darted in her direction she turned to run, but was met with a very quick end. One clean cut was all it took. ‘Something about taking the life of someone who isn’t your target… it feels.. wrong..’ Dante began to become lost in his thoughts.