Hollow words floating in vacant space.

A waking dream.

Déjà vu.

Before he makes his move, I make mine. No more Watching, no more waiting. He toyed with her too long. His demise is at hand.

I maintain distance. His stench is strong. He is too engrossed in his hunt to comprehend. The predator has become the prey.

A stillness encompasses the house. There are no locks. I see her bound in her mental shackles. Quietly, I take aim. A vision of his thumping heart silenced.

She sheds tears stepping over his lifeless body through the open door to me.

Word Count – 100 words

Inspired by Haunted by Evanescence