The killer on street

It was cold foggy night. He was alone on the dark street. He could hardly see what's a feet ahead. His mother had said, God is always with you. Though he was never afraid of the dark, for some reason he wished that the fog drifts away. Lately from few weeks an awful news had hit the headlines. He had seen the gory pics of people murdered in cold nights by a serial killer. His motive still unknown.

'Men brutally murdered'

He kept walking. The silence was killing. Only he could hear were the sounds of the chirping crickets. He sighed as he realized that the thick fog was getting clear. A noise and he stopped. The air smelled sinful as if some bad thing is going to happen. Will it be him ? He stood still waiting to for the person to be visible.

The picture was now getting clear and he saw the man's face. He was talking on the phone. A sly smile. He's the same man. His mother's words revived in his ears, 'Those who hit woman are demons. They don't deserve to live' His eyes widened, red with anger. it was just yesterday when he had seen the man bruising his wife. Out of control, he looked wild. He looked up and whispered, See mom, I am ready to send another demon to hell...

Written for Three Word Wednesday