He was smiling when he killed her. Well, sort of. It was that type of smile that was just a habit. That grin you received from your parents after bringing home straight a’s back in high school. It was meaningless, a reflex…merely an expression of recognition. God; wasn’t that depressing. Not even his late night killing sprees could bring him to that now unachievable surge of complete glee. Not even the feeling of his hands around the young lady’s neck, who was now slipping away, losing herself to that insatiable black – what was that like? Maybe it was time to find out. No, no not yet. There had to be something. Had to be. The boy took his hands from the lady’s pretty little neck. The one he had snapped. She was long gone now. The grin
