Still on a high, he drove out of town. He cruised around until he saw another potential victim. She was standing at a bus stop in the outskirts of town. It was late and she was all alone on her way to a costume party. Wearing a schoolgirl outfit, consisting of a miniskirt and tight white blouse, she was feeling cold. Running her fingers through her blonde wig, she saw an elderly man shuffling towards her. As he drew close to her she noticed he was much younger than she’d thought, the shuffling gait became a few quick steps. Before she had time to react he had a strong hand covering her mouth, and she felt a sharp prick in her thigh. Her instinct told her to kick and scream but her body wouldn’t react. As the drug sped through her she felt heat, and a lassitude came over her, she couldn’t think and her body began to burn. Pain came in great waves and her back arched, her eyes were wild and staring, she gasped for breath her lungs on fire. She suddenly convulsed, her arms flying wide as her heart finally stopped and he let her fall on the ground. Spittle trailed from her mouth as he looked down on her, relishing the thought of how impotent the police would be feeling. He dragged her body into a nearby stairwell and left her body leaning against the railings. Making his way back to his car he punched the air, still excited and planning his next move

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