Next Victim

Dusk. The time of day when shadows began to knit themselves together, when darkness intertwines with the last fading spindles of light; the time of day when eyes play tricks and forms shift into unfamiliarity. Far better than the pitch blackness and complete uncertainty of night, dusk still seems somewhat trustworthy, as if nothing dangerous could happen--not yet; the last few rays of translucent light surely provide a barrier from the evil of night. At least, that is what most people tended to think. One of the things that Steven Gibbon liked best about his extracurricular activities was the look of shock she always expressed at realizing he was near, and the time had come. He really couldn’t describe just how incredible it felt, how the adrenaline danced in his veins in those first few seconds, be