It happened so fast. I didn’t know what to make of it. All I see before me is a body and blood. Lots of blood.

Oh god. What did I do? What happened?

“Hi there”

I whip around so fast at the voice behind me, almost falling. “Who..?”

I see the deepest brown eyes looking down at me with a knowing smirk on his lips. Asshole.

“Who are you?”

“Someone you’ll get to know very soon.”

What? Someone I’ll get to know. What does that mean?

Wait. The body.

“Wha-“

“Ouch. That looks painful.” He leans past me, looking at the body behind me. “I guess I could have been less messy about it.”

“This was you?”

“Well, yes. Did you think you were the one capable of doing something like that?”

Excuse me. What does he think I can’t handle taking down a grown ass man? The fuck. Fuck him. This rage that I feel is familiar. I relish in it. I let it in. Let it build.

“FUCK. YOU.”

“Oh, I wish you would.” The brown eyes glint at me as than scan my body from head to toe.

My body actually gets hot at the look he gives me. Ugh traitor. Control yourself.

“You don’t know what I am capable of and what I have already done.” This asshole has know clue who I am.

“I know exactly what you can and will do. I know your secret. And I cannot wait for you to come out and play some more.” He leans into me. Taking up my space. He is so close I can feel his breath on me.

I take a step back, shocked. But not nervous. Not scared but enthralled. I give him a smirk as I stare him down. “Play?”

“Yes. Play because he was just the first.” He takes a step toward me. And I don’t move. I let him close the gap between us.

“Who says he was the first?” I give him a look of pure defiance, but he knows what I am. A part of me beems prideful at what he doesn’t know. That this body is not the first. Not my first. And it won’t be my last.