KIMBERLY

I stood at the restroom entrance. The smell of death and blood filled the room and settled in my nose like a sweet perfume. My black leather-clad body brushed against the wall as I stepped further into the darkness.

The faint light from outside reflected off the mirror, revealing letters smudged but still legible: 'FREE THE KLEIN BOYS.' A smile crept across my face.

My eyes shifted around the bathroom. Faint flickering lights overhead illuminated the scene. A body slumped against one wall, blood pooling on the surrounding floor. I hummed Hazell's favorite song, secretly admiring my work with a cold, unfeeling stare.

Onward, I crept, eager for my next prey. The night was young, and so was I. Dawn would soon come, but I was not afraid - I had no fear inside me.

I walked towards the cubicles, listening intently for any movement. The silence was deafening, and it made me itch with anxiety. I leaned against the first cubicle door, trying to calm my racing heart. My hand reached into my pocket, and I pulled out a switchblade. Its sharp blade glinted dimly, and I felt its comforting weight in my hand.

I pushed open the door, and the stench of urine and feces greeted me. My nose wrinkled in disgust, but I soldiered on, my eyes scanning for signs of life. Suddenly, I heard a faint rustling from the farthest cubicle.

I grinned, knowing what I had to do. I approached the cubicle, my steps slow and measured. I could hear the person inside breathing heavily, their fear palpable. I loved it when they were scared. It made it more enjoyable.

I kicked open the door, and a young man stumbled.

Out, his eyes wide with terror. He looked like a deer caught in headlights, his body trembling as he tried to back away from me. I advanced towards him, the switchblade glinting menacingly in my hand.

"Please...don't hurt me," he whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper.

I chuckled darkly. "Oh, but I have to hurt you," I said, my voice low and husky. "It's what I do. It's what I enjoy."

The young man's eyes widened in horror as he realized what would happen. He turned to run, but I was too quick. I lunged forward, and the blade sliced through the air, catching him in the back.

He screamed, but I cut it short and plunged the blade into his chest. Blood spurted out, and I watched with fascination as it stained his shirt and pooled around his body.

I stood there for a long moment, savoring the moment. I slowly pulled out the knife, letting it stay in his chest for a moment before pulling it out with a sickening pop. The young man collapsed to the ground, his body bleeding out rapidly. I looked at him with satisfaction, my golden eyes gleaming. He would make a fine addition to the city of Grimsby's tally.

I turned to go but stopped when I heard footsteps outside. I looked around frantically, searching for a hiding place. There was none. The footsteps became louder, and I knew I was done for.

I hurried to the door, hoping against hope that I could escape. There was no way they hadn't seen me, not with the blood trail leading towards the cubicle. I heard the door open and tensed, preparing to be captured.

"What the hell?" a sleepy voice said.

My eyes widened as I realized it was a security guard.

Who'd found me? I looked back at the dead young man, and my eyes narrowed in anger. Before the guard could react, I threw myself at him, the knife plunging deep into his chest. He let out a gurgling sound as he collapsed, his blood mixing with the young man's. I watched with satisfaction as the light faded from his eyes.

The silence was deafening, and I could feel my blood pumping through my veins. I was suddenly filled with rage as the reality of what I'd just done sunk in. I wanted to escape, but I was trapped in this bathroom. The noise of the alarm and footsteps were getting louder, and I knew the cops were coming.

I could crawl out several small windows, so I quickly unlocked them and climbed out. With a scream of frustration, I jumped down, landing with a loud thud. I ran as fast as I could, my heart pounding. My long blue hair flew behind me as I sprinted through Grimsby's dark alleyways and deserted streets. I knew I had to get as far away from the crime scene as possible and do it fast.

I heard the sirens in the distance, getting closer and closer with each passing moment. My mind raced as I thought about my next move. I had to lie low for a while, maybe even leave the city altogether. But where could I go? I had burned too many bridges in my short life and had no one to turn to.

My legs carried me further and further away, and I could feel my body beginning to tire. I had to find a place to hide, and I had to do it soon. My eyes scanned the area frantically, searching for any sign of a haven.

And then, I saw an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. It was old and frail, but it would have.

I approached the warehouse, my mind racing about what to do next. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I came to the building. My heart was pounding as I pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The warehouse was dark, and the silence was deafening. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my racing thoughts. I had to think. I had to come up with a plan.

I paced back and forth, my mind whirring with possibilities. I knew I couldn't stay here long; the authorities would look for me soon enough. But where could I go? Do you know what I could do?

As I paced, I noticed something strange in the corner of my eye. A faint glow came from one corner of the warehouse. I approached it cautiously, my heart pounding with anticipation.