POV: Victim

The attacker gently pressed a sharp edged knife against James skin and he let out a whimper as a thin line of blood appeared.

The attacker let out a laugh, the sound raspy and loud against the silent night. Itp sounded feminine, but he couldn’t be sure, all he could see were two crazed eyes staring at him with a loathing that could wither flowers where they stood.

His attacker leaned down closer and James felt their hot breath on his face as they hissed, “I relish every sound of pain you make, I enjoy every flash of fear that comes over your hideous face, I will ruin you as your father did to me.”

All James felt was a paralyzing fear as he looked up into his attackers wild eyes, “m-my fathers dead.”

They smiled, slowly bringing the knife to his throat, “yeah, how do you think he got that way?”

As they slit his throat and he began choking on his own blood, darkness and pain his only companions, he could of sworn his attacker was smiling.

POV: Murderer

His fathers fault. It was his fathers fault her face was now left scarred, it was his fathers fault she hadn’t slept without being plagued by nightmares in her sleep.

“I will destroy everyone you love and enjoy their pain as you enjoyed mine.” Cynthia had hissed into his ear, “I will kill them slowly and as there blood splatters on the ground the last thing they will see will be me.”

He had screamed until he couldn’t scream any more, until his throat was stripped raw and until all he could do was wait for the end. It was what he deserved for torturing her all those years.

And as she looked down at his son, the same hate filled her. He had his fathers eyes she saw, he also had the same fear and pain in them.

Cynthia didn’t care, where empathy and mercy should of been was already filled with hatred. The world could burn for all she cared, as long as she got the revenge that she deserved.

So as she watched her torturers son lose the life in his eyes, she smiled.

A scream ruined her happiness and she turned to see a teenage girl staring at her with her eyes wide and her mouth wider.

Cynthia was gone before she called the police.

POV: bystander

Ava was just on her way home. She was messing around with her friends, staying up late, doing stupid stuff, like all teenagers. So why was it her that happened to see a murder, what had she done to deserve seeing a dead body, surrounded by a pool of blood?

When she had left her friends at the corner to head in the direction of her own house her watch had just clicked to 2:00 am. And when she had looked up, there in the alleyway next to her was a person.

Their hood was pulled up far and they were dressed in all black. Ava was originally just going to creep away, they were sketchy and she just wanted to get home, but then they got up and Ava could see what they were hunching over.

A body of a boy no older then 14 lay at their feet, his eyes wide open and staring at nothing.

Ava remembered screaming and someone rushing over, she remembered people yelling a dialing the police, but she didn’t remember when the figure had gone or where they had gone.

The police had come and asked her questions, but she couldn’t hear anything but a buzz in her ears and the only thing she could see were the boys lifeless eyes and the dark figure with a bloodstained knife.