I sat spinning the cold knife in my hands. Kidnapping was much more boring then I thought. The thrill of taking him was wonderful but now I had to wait for him to wake up. Why does no cop show or documentary every show how long it takes for some one to wake up.

I stood up, walking over to the limp body of my sister’s killer. It’s funny how scary some one can one day and the next your holding the knife. Literally in my case. I kicked the chair, the bang echoing in the dark room. The man woke with start. Finally, now I can have some fun.

“Morning you,” I said my smile deranged. Although I was smiling my eyes ripped him apart.

“Who the Heck are you?” He asked, his voice trembling. It was like music to my ears.

“My name is Amy McNear, you don’t know me but you knew my sister, my sweet little Flora Rose,” I crouched down in front of him, the knife dangling from my hands. “She was just a little girl, and you killed her!” I snarled stabbing the knife into his foot. He cried out in pain as I ripped it back out. I stood up taking a step back. That had felt…Wonderful. I smiled the blood from the knife dripping onto my leg.

“What are going to do to me?” He asked whimpering.

I turned my back facing him. I’m smirked, “Exactly what you did to her, but worse.” I grabbed a different knife. This one was, sentimental. “Do you remember this knife?” I said finally turning to him.

“Where did you get that knife?” He said his voice trembling.

“So you do remember,” I took a few steps forward, slowly. Like a predator stalking its prey.

“This is the knife you used on your first kill,” I laughed a little, a cold, knife sharp laugh. “Now I’m going to use the same knife on my first kill, you.”

I took a few more steps closer. I could feel the blood on the ground seeping into my shoe. I was standing right in front of him now.

“Please, I’m sorry. I’m a changed man now! Please I-I have a family!” He begged. This time I didn’t smile. I didn’t laugh. All did was picture my sisters mangled body. I leaned in close my face dangerously blank. “I bet my sister begged too,” I hissed, losing my composure before regaining it.

I stepped back, turning around and taking a deep breath. “You know, depending on what side your on, karma can be a beautiful thing.” I spun on my heal. “Now, let’s begin.”