With furrowed eyebrows and a drop of unwanted cool sweat trickling down on the back of Aileen's neck, she she swinged her small hatchet around a couple of good times.

There is a sense of both frustration and sadness. The dead cold now useless body is now laying on the warm ground from the heat way earlier, is slowly rotting before her.

The smell of fresh dark blood filled up into her nostrils, making her have crazier thoughts than before. Being a psychopath is most likely a pain killer for her. Just kill other's for her satisfaction from anger.
Aileen can feel the blood on both arms, legs, already half dried. No doubt her flats and dress was in such a messy state from her other two victims.

Soon the 18 year felt a wave of vexation and bit her bottom plumped cracked lip. What would her 23 year old brother, along with his female spouse would say about this?

She knows too well that he will be feeling somewhat shocked even if Andrew tends to hide his emotions almost half of his lifetime.
He is already uncertain from Aileen's half messy clothes that she tend to throw away from the blood not being able to come off. Plus, her attitude already seemed suspicious ever since from her first kill.

The night air is dry making the twit unable to focus even more from hiding the body. Aileen could leave the once alive human being on the ground carelessly since she always wears gloves to make sure there is no fingertips. Her light chocolate hair is short and thick making it a little hard for her in case if her hair gets onto the victim. Fucking DNA.

By now Aileen snapped out of her daydreaming, knowing that she should be going before some thug or gang member witness her.... Bloody piece which is so called art.

Now to think of it even if Aileen did try to hide from what she created there is point since there is already trails of blood and organs hanging out of the once pregnant alive woman that seemed to be a streetwalker.

Ehh who cares? Aileen should hurry before morning comes.
And quickly, Aileen turned her heels to run towards down between apartments. It is making her white flats feel uncomfortable.

Think of it like this, running in shoes that is full of sweat and no wind to cool it off. Just only the sweaty and musky air all around you.

~Practice done~