The hallways were dark and gloomy. There was a thunderstorm outside, so every flash lightened the area. It was past midnight, everyone in the care center was asleep by their scheduled time. All the patients were in their room, sound asleep, after a long day of play and learning. They slept peacefully...

Or so they thought.

Walking down the hallway, was a shadowed figure, tracing the wall with his hand, and waiting for a strike of lightning to light the way, and direct him to his next step. Each time he planted his foot on the floor, a soft echo filled the hall, complementing the rain that was hitting coarsely on the windows and roof. He walked up to a nearby door of one of the patients, and unlocked it with a blade that he held in his opposite hand.  Slowly, he popped the door open, which made it creak rather loudly. He tip toed up to the side of the poor spring bed, and leaned over to find a girl. She looked no more than sixteen.

She was sleeping quietly, her breathing even, and her head resting against the flat pillow the center provided. Her white shirt and pants blended in with her bed covers, making her strawberry blonde hair stand out. The figure slide his fingers across the girls shoulders, brushing her hair to the bed. Then carefully drifted to around her neck. Immediately, she awoke, in utter shock of the person standing in front of her. In late reaction, she gave out a scream. The figured acted fast, and covered her mouth. She kicked and screamed as he pinned her down. It was still dark, and the rain that poured hid the sound of their struggle. Lightning lit the room, revealing the figure's smile.

The girl began to cry tears, as she continued to fight, praying in her head that it was just a simple nightmare to wake up to. She tried screaming through the figure's hand, but it only caused him to tighten his grip, and start to choke her. She pulled on his arm, gasping for air. She coughed, begging to herself to keep fighting. But, before she could even get a breath of oxygen, she looked up to the figure, who had his hand up. Lightning flashed, and the light reflected of the silver, long, blade the figure was holding up. She gasped, as the glare on the blade traveled down the lining. Her grey eyes widened and she once again gave a loud scream.

Her voice was cut off as the figured sliced her throat, her blood splattering on the wall, and staining the pure white clothes and blankets she had.  Thunder crashed as the figure got off of the girl, panting, and staring st his work. Her blood fell from his brow, and dirtied his own white shirt more than it already was. The red liquid easy gliding off the blade and dripped onto the floor. Lightning flashed once more, lighting the room of murder.