Mistakes

     I crouch along the blooming bushes of flowers next to the house. They were beautiful, although you couldn't tell at this time of night. I adjusted and tightened my mask to make sure it fit properly. I picked up my crowbar and serrated knife off the ground and approached the house with such caution that you would assume I was hunting prey, and I was. This wasn't my first time doing this. It won't be my last. I press the crowbar against the window and slowly pry it open. Once I made enough room I slipped in. I quietly shut the window behind me and pulled out my serrated knife. The knife was made just like his. I had always wanted to enjoy this, but I was always worried of being caught. My decision was to follow another's example. Kill as he does. Slay in the same way. That way when they see the deaths they know it was him. Not me. I creep towards the door and peek through the slight opening. The coast was clear. I gave a gentle shove to move the door to my side. The hallway before me was empty. A lamp was on at the end and a T.V. could be heard around the corner. I stayed huddled to the wall as I stalked towards the living room. I turn my head around the corner to see a man sitting in a chair. There he was. My victim. I stayed crouched and slowly made my way to him. I take a glance at the T.V.. Wait. I'm on there. He is watching security footage of his own home live. I stand and run towards the chair only to be hit by a baseball bat. I fell to the ground blood rushing from my head. The knife was no longer in my hand. The man contains my arms and presses his knee to my neck. Breathing became difficult. "Are you the Night Horror? You know the one that's always in the papers?" The man said as he let up his knee to allow me to answer. 

     "Yeah, that's me," I replied with a grunt. 

    "Bullshit," He demanded. He grabs the knife on the floor and jams it inside my leg. I writhed in the pain. Blood rushing from my body. The skin tore just as I expected it to. Just not to me. The pain was sharp. I let out a scream. "Do you want to see something?" That dreaded man said. I replied with a few curses as he got up and went into the hall. He returned shortly with another knife. A familiar shape. The same knife in my leg. He was holding something behind his back. Shortly after I noticed it, he revealed a mask. The same mask. He places it on his head. "No one likes a copy cat." He said with a smirk. I couldn't see the smirk behind the mask. The same smirk I gave my victims.