((thanks dude))
The tall slender man with the paper bag on his head was on his
daily search for a new and fitting prey. A slow night like usual
though, not to many to prey on for the night. He had come a sort
of 'drought' so to say. It was becoming more and more difficult
to track down a young and lively woman, but now anything would
do. He just need that spark, that rush of the chase and the feeling
of satisfaction as he caught them and tore them apart. His luck was
looking up as he saw in the distance a boy, not even 15 yet traveling
by his self. This would be an easy prey.
He crouched and walked in the darkness of the streets, his foot steps
so silent. The humid air had proved to be a friend to the well dressed
killer, as it began to show signs of rain, his favorite.