Twisted

Chapter 2

*New Oleans May 13, 1910*

Surprisingly father was passed out drunk when me and Al got home. We snuck quietly to our room and locked the door tight behind us. Like every night I sang Al to sleep with my song.

"You've got it all
You lost your mind in the sound
There's so much more, you can reclaim your crown
You're in control
Rid of the monsters inside your head
Put all your faults to bed
You can be King again
You don't get what all this is about
You're too wrapped up in your self-doubt
You've got that young blood, set it free
You've got it all
You lost your mind in the sound
There's so much more, you can reclaim your crown
You're in control
Rid of the monsters inside your head
Put all your faults to bed
You can be King~"

I kiss his forehead as he sleeps peacefully before backing silently away from the bed and picking up my bag. I dig through it for a few knives and hide them in my coat pockets. I take one last look at Al, before softly opening the window and climbing out.

I slink through the shadows before stepping into the lit street and walking like a lost little girl. Why look for the targets when they can come to you.

Not even five minutes later a strange man approaches me and drags me into an alleyway. I pretend to struggle while my hand slips into my pocket for my knife. Once the guy's grip loosens just slightly I spin around and stab him in the gut.

He grunts in pain and drops his knife, he clutches his stomach as he drops to his knees. I kick him in the face, hearing that satisfying crack of a broken nose. He falls backwards and looks at me with wide eyes.

I smirk as I slowly step forwards. He slides on his back trying to get away.

"No. Please. No."

"No?" I pause. "No? Would you stop if I begged? Would you stop if I said no over," I take a step closer, "and over," another step, "and over, begging for my life."

The guy whimpers, "I have a family."

I kneel down and stab him again. He screams in pain. "So do I." I whisper. I stab and stab until the guy moves no more. I check his wallet and take some of the money but not all of it. Shoving the bills in my bag, I stand satisfied with my work and run away from the crime scene, making sure to leave no evidence.

I wash off in the river and use the matches to burn my bloody clothes. I dump the ashes in the river and let the water take them far away. Putting on my clean clothes from my bag I clean my knife and head back home.

I'm gonna need to find a cleaner way of killing if I don't want to go through a shirt every night. I peek in through the window of our room to see Al still sound asleep on the bed. Quietly I open the window and slink back in.

I hide my bag under the floorboards before slipping under my covers. A wicked smile dances on my face as I drift off to sleep.

In the morning while I walk Alastor to school I hear the sound of sirens and shouts.

'Looks like they found him.' I smile to myself.

We head up to the school house and Alastor hugs me goodbye before rushing over to join the other students on the swings.

'I'm making the world safer for you.' I think. Every evil man will perish followed by father. Then we'll be safe. Then we'll be free. I turn and walk back down that dirt road leading to the school.

As the year passed I got better at killing my victims and hiding their bodies from the police. I don't feel bad for them. Everyone has a job, everyone has a family to provide for. I've found many ways in which I can get money for my family, but soon I'll need an answer to where I'm getting this money exactly. That's a problem for another time, however.

Wearing my eye catching outfit I strut up to a potential client.

"Hey~ handsome." I smirk.

He looks me up and down, his eyes slowly filling with that same hunger all men share.

I gesture to my body. "This can be yours for a small price." I wink.

He nods and I grab his sleeve and lead him to a nearby hotel where I rented a room. I don't really enjoy selling myself on the street but money is money, and I need to spread out my kills so the police don't get smart. I lead the guy down the hall to my room. Locking the door behind us the guy pounces immediately.

I push him back gently after a few seconds. "Now, now. There is a small down payment before we start." I say.

The man nods and mindlessly pulls out his wallet. He hands me a dollar and a half. I shove the money under the mattress of the bed and the man waists no time.

For me it's not pleasurable. It's just a job. Nights like this I feel like a succubus. Instead of feeding off men's pleasure I feed off their wallets. In the morning I take more from their wallet before vanishing. I never give them my real name and often I color my hair a different color with rust or paint. Men aren't focused on my hair just what's between my legs.

Sometimes if I feel like it I'll murder the guy a few days later and steal more of his money. My schedule really just depends on my mood.

Finishing the business exchange I grab the man's wallet and slip a few more dollars in my pocket before exiting the room and paying for the room with the man's money.

I head home and clean up before my family members come home. By the time they get home I'm sitting doing homework like a good little christan daughter. A good little role model for Al.

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Words-1045
Date-5/13/21

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