screams as I drag her back over to the counter. I grab the knife and plunge it down into her chest, stabbing her repeatedly until she's just a lifeless lump of meat and bone. For a moment, it's as if I'm not even in control of my own actions, as if the voice from the forest is filling me with power. As I let the old woman's body slip down onto the floor, I take a seat and try to get my breath back, but in truth I can feel myself getting increasingly tired. For a moment, I actually start to wonder if I could just lean back and die right here, but I know I still have work to complete.
( Amy Cross )
[ At the Edge of the Forest ]
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