Grey walked down the city streets on the breezy fall night. A devilish smirk was painted across his wind chapped face and his. In his hands he held a small silver handled pocket knife, his tool of choice; it was harder to track down than a gun. The knife was plastered in the blood of a young teenage girl. She laid in an alleyway a couple of blocks back, her fake blond hair caked with crimson wine.

Grey, being only nineteen years old himself, was a college student at the local university. He had met the girl at a club downtown. She was flashing her fake id at everything, though anyone could tell she couldn‘t be more than 15. Grey bought her a martini. He could tell this was her first. After a couple of drinks he had her. It seemed to be a trend with the blonds, a few drinks and they will do anything. He took her out to the alleyway. She started to get dizzy then to kiss him. Grey pulled out the knife before she even realized it.

He spotted another girl standing outside The Black Hat Pub. She was one of those certain females who was just at the age where she was old enough to be a woman but was better classified as a girl due to her innocent appearance. She would have been an amazing death but he knew her. Actually he was a bit obsessed with her. He had a class with her at the university, US History. She sat a couple of rows in front of him. Angela was her name. He was often entranced by her long wavy auburn tresses and tiny pixiesque nose he could catch a glimpse of when she would look over at one of her friends beside her. She truly was an angel to him.

Grey paused only for a moment before walking on, the fear of being found with a blood stained knife finally caught up with him. He would see her the next day in the class. He always dressed nice for that class. Just the thought of her turning around and seeing him drove chills down his spine.