Murder in the alley

[Devon]

Norman leads the woman into the alley and waits until he is sure no one is around. Touching the wind sign on his wrist, he manipulates the wind around to keep the sounds of her screams from escaping. Drawing his dagger, Norman's calm smile changes to a sadistic one, roughly pushing her up against the wall Norman presses the dagger against her throat. "Filthy whore, you thought you'd get a quick copper out of me didn't you? I hate your kind..all of you,you're no good..unfit for the world. In fact you're only worthy to die at my hand.." Norman slashes the woman across the chest first, grinning as the blood poured out. Sweat dripping from his head he wipes his hair out of his face and starts to laugh. "I would give you a chance to beg, but fuck it mercy is wasted on a whore." That said Norman slits the woman's throat, ripping her shirt he carves the number 1 into her stomach. Wiping his dagger clean he puts it away and leaves out of the other end of the alley satisified.