Me, being random, yet again. I got inspired. *shrug*

Amarie sat at the edge of the square, watching it fill with people. The performers were popular, as always, and the seagulls took every opportunity with food. She watched as the young man entered the emptying chapel, and then she stood up. Smiling, she made her way towards the chapel, entering and going straight to the back rooms, walking as if she had a right to be there. As she entered the dark, curtained hallways, the young man smiled at her.
“You came.” He said, approvingly.
“I did.” She grinned slyly, and produced a package from under her worn dress. “Are you going to tell me what you wanted it for now?”
He took the package from her, looking deep into her dark eyes.
“No.” He said, smiling.
“But?” Amarie protested, her eyes twinkling.
“But I might just take you with me.” He said, winking. Amarie grinned, and followed eagerly, a bounce in her step, as he walked through the dark doors at the end of the corridor. Amarie squealed as he opened the door, and let her into his private abode.
“This is your home?” She asked, excitedly.
“Yes.” He said, and shut the door behind her, discretely turning the key in the lock. He smiled, his face devoid of the kind features she’d seen just a moment before. Opening the package, he took out the knife, and held it to her throat.
“Thank you for giving me this, Amarie.” He whispered in her ear.
“How did you know my name?” She gasped, and he grinned wickedly as he plunged the knife into her throat. As she lay there, bloodstained, he let the smile fall from his face, and quietly whispered.
“Because I gave it to you.”


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