Sarah...

I was eighteen... and she was my first kill.

I had trained beforehand, becoming and expert in human anatomy, weaponry, how to kill someone both silently and clean. I was used to the sight of blood, gore, guts, brains, all that fun stuff!

I was anxious and excited all at once that night...
But not a day goes by where I wish I could relive it over and over and over...

   
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     "oh, hey Sarah." "Mano! Are you ready!?" She asks excidedly.

As you can guess, I befriended the victim. If she trusted me, she would be easier to kill.

We went to a fancy hotel and casino. After whatching a few others waste their money and learning how to cheat in poker, we ran to the roof. Despite being in high heels,  Sarah reached the roof before me. When I caught up to her, she was leaning on the cement completly mesmerized by the sunset.

An array of reds, pranges, and faint yellows painted ober the sky. Dark purple looking clouds and mountains in the distance, the sun long gone behind them. Behind us, stars started shimmering, the moon peeking through the trees. It was beautiful.

"Hey, Sarah... look at this."

Bam

She fell with a soft thud. Her expression if curiosity with hints of awe will forever be petrified on her pale rotting face.

Her neighbor was arrested a week afterwards, poison injected in his veins two days after that.

She was mearly my first kill. A mercy kill, if you ask me.