Deadly Intuition

     She could hear the heavy thumps of footsteps that echoed in the otherwise empty street. The harsh breath of someone- clearly a man penetrating her subconsciousness. Her heartbeat in trepidation, even when she knew she could not be harmed- at least not in this world. The street lights flickered, casting an eerie glow over the lonely street before it eventually came to a stop.

    She was merely an onlooker in this world, observing and analyzing, nothing could hurt her. The man she assumed was responsible for the sounds ran into her vision, his back tensed and his muscles straining. Didn't he notice the crimson moon? Couldn't he tell there was danger ahead? But as usual her questions where left unanswered.

The shadows hid his face but his physic seemed familiar. He stopped to take a breath, using his forearms to support his weight on the park bench. She let out a breath, he was clearly just a night runner. Birds chirped in the distance, mocking them with their idle sounds.

  An eerie feeling crawled up her spine, making her shudder in fear. She knew that feeling, the one that always came right before an incident, the one that spelt doom. She let out a scream but as usual, nothing came out, she couldn't do anything but watch as the figure stealthily approached the man.

    But unlike usual, this figure didn't attack the victim immediately. Instead the figure- a woman, held her hand out to the runner, compelling him to reach out and take her hand. He did. Maybe they knew each other, they were possibly acquaintances of some sort. As soon as the thought came in, she banished it as the next scene unfolded in front of her.

   All hell broke loose as a piercing screech filled the air, forcing Dianne to cover her ears. The man doubled over in pain, clutching his ears as a red liquid poured out of his ears. Then all of a sudden, the screeching came to a halt. Something metal gleamed in the woman's hand, a kitchen knife. Dianne stepped closer to the scene, trying to get a better look at the victim and his attacker. But his face was still shadowed.

    She looked on as the attacker drew an x and the victim's forehead, marking him as her own. She had encountered such killers in the past- only in this world, her world. From experience, she knew that nothing she could do would help.

    The woman, fell on her knees, bringing herself face to face with her victim and for a moment, Dianne assumed the attacker was remorseful. The woman's shoulders shook in silent sobs- or was it laughter? And then she looked up, facing Dianne. She looked straight at her, her soulless black eyes going right through the brunette. Dianne's skin crawled at the pure evil she could see in her eyes. But the woman kept staring at her. Could the evil woman see her?

   Her questions were answered when the woman went about her business like she wasn't there, Dianne let out a sigh of relief. She was safe, for now. But the victim wasn't. She held the kitchen knife in her dainty fingers, cutting a zig-zag motion through her victim's ear. The sight of the almost lifeless man's ear on the floor was enough to make her dizzy. Nausea churned through her abdomen.

    Only after the victim was lifeless that the dark mist surrounding the victim's face was lifted. She moved closer to the body and her breath hitched as her face went ashen.