It was a dark lonely night as always, only the sounds of empty soda cans being kicked away and crushed could be heard. Nothing is new in this as there's never been a stable power supply these days. My calm breath and the distant honks from vehicles passing by, somewhere far away, were the only things gracing the silence. I peeped out my window which was draped in transparent nylon, this action allowing sharp reflections of the moon into the room, piercing the darkness and throwing everything else into a light daze.
Suddenly, a jolting blare from my phone had all the hairs on my neck standing,
"Ding", as if to remind me it was action time.
True to its talks, I trotted over to my broken table and withdrew all the necessary tools including the newspapers. Rolling the papers into smaller round shapes, I inserted them into my oversized shoe, definitely can't have traces lying aimlessly not even my footprint.
Scanning through the heap of clothes on the only piece of furniture in the room, I let my mind wander around. I still couldn't understand why killers dressed in black, wasn't that supposed to be the stereotyped colour of suspicion, alerting all to be wary when they see you?
"Foolish thinking".....
Finally deciding to go with a neutral colour. I wore deep brown trousers and a blue t-shirt with a hoodie to keep the chills out. It hasn't been my style to deal with blood, sweat or tears when I do my work. I'd prefer to take some less stressful way coupled with the fact that I have a weak stomach. Besides, it is quite difficult to catch me, I mean, I don't leave bloodstains, sweat drops or tools lying around like some amateur or those psychos.
Basically, I'm that normal guy who you'd never seem to notice the lopsided smile etched on his face nor the burnt lips from cigars.
Enough about me, it was time to catch my prey.
Walking out of my wrecked room, I didn't need to be told twice about my prey's location all I had to do was walk and my feet knew the way to where the fun lies. Two months of stalking and entertainment weren't all just it was. My body grew to know exactly where she is and what she is doing. Patience, soda and an IQ over 180, a rare quality just so you know, was all a man like me could ever need to do what I do.
"Come over here." She giggled, ruffling her five-year-old daughter's hair.
A small smile tugged at my lips as I watched the sight ahead of me. The tiny brained woman was going to be dead at the end of the day and I couldn't help but feel that rush of ecstasy run through my veins. After all, I'm flesh and evil is all that runs through me.
Just like I said earlier, I wasn't in a rush. I lit a cigarette, a usual ritual.
"Hey, brawda!". Her five-year-old child waved her hands in my direction as she ran toward me, causing me to freeze for a second.
Wait, what?
"What do you want?" I stared at her still shocked at her audacity to walk up to me.
"Mama said no smoking." She said as I stared at my hands.
"Oh this, I don't do this every time. It's okay." I replied still not getting why I didn't bark at her. Well, her mom was going to get killed. It doesn't hurt to be nice to the kid.
"But, still. Your lips and l..." She was cut off by HER. The woman of the day, dexterous fantasy. who spanked her, rendering a few apologies to me before dragging her away.
"I told you not to talk to strange men." She whispered not too low. I heard.
I strolled back to her house, entered through the window and waited for her to come back. It was quarter past nine and she had gone to drop her kid at a friend's place, she would be back to pick up a few things before heading for her shift in the hospital at ten.
She had such a nice armchair and I let myself settle in it after switching off the light. A few minutes later, I heard the jiggling of keys. Looks like the last was back after all.
Now was the time.
Just as she took a few steps into the house, a loud crash from the dining made her scream in shock before turning on the light.
Wait, was there another person here?
My suspicion was right as a freaking hungry beggar was eating at her table. The jerk must have rushed up in shock when he heard her come inside.
Wait, nobody has noticed me yet, maybe I should just...
Crap!
Another scream from both of them.
"What the hell is going on? I'm calling the police." She screams in terror as she ran to get her phone.
"You came with him, right? One beggar is stealing my food and the other has the right to sit on my chair? What the hell!" She shouted as I glared at the other guy.
"I don't know who this guy is. I only came to eat." The beggar shouted as I was irritated by the whole scene. This can't happen. It has never happened. This is the dumbest thing that could happen.
Why today of all days? Why does that annoying thing have to sneak into her house to steal food?
Crap, so much for my perfect murder.
"Till later." I glared directly at the witch's eyes before jumping off the window. Her screams could be heard from afar. I guess my casual clothes made me seem like a normal guy. She would probably realize who I am later but for now, I have to plan another murder.
Out of all the seventeen murders I have carried out, this was the only unsuccessful one.
But why?
Oh crap! I didn't get to smoke 💨
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