A sharp quick scream broke the still night air. Blood splattered against the ground and soaked into the grass, "Shut up!" A man barked at the man on the ground, "You're gonna die anyway- so make it quick," The last few words came out as a slow growl. 

"W-why?" The man sputtered holding his bleeding throat, blood staining his hands, "Wh-why." 

"Because you got in my fucking way," The man placed his hand over the bleeding man's throat and slit his throat yet again. 

The man on the ground groaned quietly before becoming still. Blood continued to soak into the ground as the man walked away, a large knife held tightly in his hand. He got into a car chucked his bloodstained shirt out. 

"Is it done?" A young woman asked looking over at him, "Is he dead?" She handed him a clean shirt and began driving off. 

"Of course he is dead," He pulled off the blond wig, "It's not my first time," He stared out of the window silently as the rain started falling again.