The Lesser of Two Evils

He inhaled deeply. A thick, hot, metallic scent mingled with the sharp tang of molding garbage from the nearby Dumpster and the clean wetness of the cool night air. Headlights passed by the mouth of the alley, but couldn't penetrate the inky cocoon concealing Jack and his victim from the world. Without fear of intrusion he savored the experience with all his senses. From the sticky, humming flow of warm blood to the sharp sweet-sour smell of blood and urine and fear, to the cut off gasp and cry that ended in a rattling rush of air, and the reddish glow of inner power that vibrated from within her collapsing body up his hungry arms in a current of power flavored with fear, anger, pain, and glory, the all too brief orgasm of sensation filled and dazed Jack's feverish mind.