Dusk

A hooded figure traverses the dusk, somewhere in a small town. No one is to be seen, as there have been rumors of a murderer walking roaming around, specifically around this time. A small figure appears, a few blocks behind the person in hood. It was a man wearing a crazed expression, silently laughing within his own mind. Armed with a knife, the man began walking toward the hooded figure, his crazy smile growing with each step closer he got. Without making a single sound, the knife got closer to the hood. Killer intent could be felt oozing from the man's aura. Closer and closer, 5 meters, 3, 1... The one wearing hood came to a stop, and the man saw his moment. With one fast move, it would be all over, but the hood suddenly jumped him. Assuming he was being attacked in return, the man struggled and stabbed at the hood a few times, only to notice he wasn't hitting anything. Confused, he shook the hood off himself, expecting to see the face of his target... not. There wasn't anyone nowhere to be seen. Before he could notice, it was there. The hot feeling dripping down from the base of his spine... It could only be blood. The blade he was feeling invade more and more his body... Where could it be hidden under that hood, such a long blade...? Now it was too late, though. The man had failed. He tried to turn around his head, only to get a glimpse of the thing he was about to fell to. Shoulder lenght hair covered up most of the face, but he saw enough, before a fist hit his cheek and he fell on the ground, with his spine damaged... He could no longer feel his legs. Not that he'd be needing it, anyway, it was too late. The girl grabbed her hood and covered herself up again. The man let out one last laugh, amazed by how ironic life can be. With a few precise movements, the hooded figure cut through the man's jugular. Only a few seconds left in his life, his life flashed before his eyes, just like in a movie. That wasn't important anymore. The Purple Hood of the Dusk had made another victim.