I watched as the blood drained from her face and listened as the shriek escaped her lips. The world was growing darker for her, as was my excitement for what was soon to come. Laughing, I watched as the woman dropped to her knees, her eyes rolling back into her skull as her heart stopped beating. The satisfying sound of silence filled the air and her face was frozen in horror, forever. Never again would the dark red hair fall into curls around her cheeks and lips; now it was frozen beside her head in small locks and some of them were starting to fall back beside her. I stood in the cold silence for just a moment longer before stepping closer to the corpse. Her eyes used to be a beautiful blue, portals to the depths of the ocean. Now, her eyes only mocked the fear that I had worked so hard to create on her face. They called me a psychopath for enjoying the pain of my victims; perhaps they were right. That didn't make my victory taste any more bitter. In fact, the world's hatred for my favorite pastime brought me nothing but amusement.