Ok, I actually took the short story off for a little while to fix a few things so here it is if anyone would like to read it. I would appreciate any comments either way as I'm sure that any critique will only help my writing style. I hope you enjoy reading it.

THE KILLER OF HOPE

He peered nervously through the underbrush, nose twitching with the intention of releasing a monumental sneeze if he didnt do something about it and soon. Damned cold, he muttered and attempted to stifle the sneeze by burying his nose in his coat jacket. It stifled the sneeze a little but left a large wad of mucous hanging precariously from the ends of his left sleeve. He was repulsed by the effect it had in the moonlight and proceeded to rid himself of it by slowly rubbing his arm up and down the tree, behind which he was attempting to hide.

He once again raised the binoculars to his line of sight and adjusted the focus allowing him to look closely at the woman who was washing her hands at the sink. From the position he now held, all he could see of her was from the waist up. But that was enough; he just needed to be able to keep her in sight. According to the latest note theyd received down at headquarters, this serial attacker was taunting them, daring them to get even closer by leaving little clues in each of the notes provided to them every 7 days, regular as clockwork. So far theyd discovered 4 male bodies, all with the same grisly modus operandi and small notes containing snippets of information at each discovery.

Yesterday theyd put all the snippets together and finally worked out when and where the psycho intended to strike next. This is why he was here, in the freezing cold, with his binoculars trained on the woman in the centre of the window. Here, at the back of the house, where the woods met the perfectly clipped yard of the property, he stood with frosting breath and his heart tapping crazily with anticipation. He just knew hed get a well earned promotion if he caught this guy. Out here in the cold with just his binoculars for company, he could almost physically feel the prescence of the killer and it seemed to come from his very bones.

He looked up again from his musings and discovered that the woman had moved from her position in the window. Crap, he muttered and whilst trying to decide whether he should move closer, a loud scream tore through the stillness, from inside the house, which thus decided things for him. He took off at a run and went charging toward the the door at the back of the house.

Barrelling through, he met the end of the speargun full force impaling himself on it. Bleeding and dazed, he slid to the floor and was conscious long enough to hear the womans hideous laughter. As he looked up, the woman from the window was smiling at him holding tightly to the end of the speargun. I told you that youd never outsmart me but do you listen? No! she grinned horribly, attempting to push the spear head in even further, You men are all the same. With that he died, and the smiling killer sauntered off effortlessly to find her next victim.