The Night of the Storm

It was a stormy night and it was happening again. It was pitch dark everywhere. He felt the darkness rise in him. It was like an addiction. As the lightning tore apart the night sky he took out his knife and slowly moved towards the lone person standing under the shade of a closed shop. And as the storm reached it's peak he sunk the knife into the man who instantly fell to his death. He sliced open his carotid artery and blood gurgled out and mixed with the gurgling water from the rain. As he looked down at the dead body an evil smile came to his lips.He felt invincible. Nobody can taunt him again if they knew. He was no longer the middle class accountant who was the butt of all jokes. He was the king. The serial killer that everyone wanted to catch. His hunger temporarily  satiated guilt and remorse took hold of him as the storm raged on.