the killing list

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A L L I E

Today I decided to kill someone. I didn't sleep well and that's why I'm fucking tired. "Alyssa! I'll be back in a few hours!", I yelled. I hope she heard me. I grabbed my jacket and my phone and left the house. As soon as I stepped out, fresh air hit my face. The summer is now gone and the autumn begins. It's my favorite season of the year. "Watch out!", someone screams. I immediately turned around to where the voice came from.

I stepped back as I see a boy skating. He almost hit me. Ugh, I hate these teenagers. They're stupid and don't be careful. The boy stopped after he passed me and looked at me. "Are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you.", he tells me. Ha, scare me? Nothing scares me. "It's okay. What's your name?", I reply. I always ask my victims their names because I have to find them after they are gone. And I'll kidnap that fucking boy when I find him.

"Lucas. Lucas Baker. What's yours?" I heard this name before. I just can't figure out why or when. "Emily." I fake smile and walk away. I have like thousand different names. When I move away from the city I've lived in, I change my name to not get found. In this city, my name is Emily. To be exact, Emily Youry. I know, weird last name. I didn't have a better idea.

I grabbed the small list out of my jacket and opened it. Lucas Baker, I write down. Okay, let's go kill someone. But there's one thing I need to tell you. I don't just kill someone who annoys me, no, I also kill bad people. They're mostly violent or murderers. I know, I am a murderer too, but technically, I do good things, right? Oh, I can already see the forest! Only a few minutes and I'm there.

I arrive at my apartment in the woods. Far away from any civilization. No one can hear my victims scream when they're in pain, when they're scared. I enjoy their screams very much. It reminds me of dying people. Ha, I know, very funny. Just kidding, it wasn't even funny. Anyway, I open the black door slowly. I inhale the smell of vanilla. It's one of my favorite smells. Because it calms me down a little bit.

"I'm back!", I yell, so my victims know that one of them is going to die. A little smile appeared in my face. I love killing. I put my jacket on the sofa and my phone in my pocket. Now I'm ready. I walk to a picture that shows a woman with a knife. I like this picture, because it's me. I am the woman, but I had a costume and a wig, so the police won't recognize me. I walk down the stairs next to it and feel the cold stone on my feet. I take a deep breath.

I open the big door with a key and push. The material is so heavy. But I'm strong, so it's not that hard to open it. Immediately I hear the screams and close the door. Now it's time. I walk down the hall while everyone's screaming and yelling at me. They are in cells. With gitters, so they can not break out. And I have an assistant who helps me with feeding them. God, I'm happy that I've got her.

"Good morning Allie.", she says happy. "Hi Christine." Chris, I call her like that, offers me a burger. She just knows what I love. "How are you going to kill them?", Chris asks gently. Good question actually. I have no idea yet. " 'Don't know yet. Can you quickly add someone to the killing list? Lucas Baker." She nods and writes the name on the list. I take a quick look at it. So many people I have to kidnap. There are at least twenty names.

I walk back to my victims and stopped at a man. I look at him. He stops screaming and steps back. Yes, it's definitely him. "So, Marco, what did you do again? Ah, you killed your wife, didn't you?", I start talking to him. He gets very nervous. "It was an accident." Yeah, an accident. Whatever. "Accident? Are you fucking kidding me? Ugh, that's why I'm not dating men."

The last sentence I whispered. I mean, who kills someone by accident? For example, I'm killing people on purpose. Not by accident. "Chris, I've got one! Bring me my stuff!", I yell. I hear a 'Okay' and evilly smile. It's going to be fun!

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I'm sitting in my chair waiting for Marco to wake up. I'm watching the news on my big flat screen. I brought the stupid man-thing to the place where I kill most of my victims. Of course I don't kill them in my beautiful apartment. How stupid would I be? Suddenly, I hear a painful moan behind me. "Marco.", I say while standing up. He looks scared. That's how I want it. So let the show begin.

"What are you going to do to me?", he asks. He's so fucking stupid, isn't he? I am going to kill him. And I already know how. "You're gonna die. That's all you have to know.", I reply calm. I turn around to a table. Some weapons are laying there. I prepared it to be ready. So I grab a sharp, large knife and point on Marco with it. His eyes are now wide open and his mouth won't close.

"Close your mouth or do you want me to cut your tongue off?", I ask laughing. He immediately closes it. It's funny how I can control everyone just because they're so scared. "You don't have to do this.", he tries to stop me. Is he actually this stupid or does he pretend to be? "I know. But I want to." I smile and slowly walk past him. Marco starts shaking his head.

What the fuck is he trying to do? The ropes are literally the strongest on this planet. Only I can free him. But I definitely won't. So I start trailing down his body with the knife. "Are you scared yet?", I whisper in this ear. "Don't. I have a family." Oh, I had one too. "You fucking murdered your wife! I wouldn't say family.", I reply to his stupid face. God, he annoys me so much, I want to kill him already.

Oh my god. Marco starts to cry. Such a pussy. "Stop crying!", I yell. As soon as these words left my lips, it went insanely quiet. Only the rain in the backround. And our breaths. "Good. I'm not going to kill you.", I say. A confused expression appeared in his face. A sight leaves his throat. His eyes are closed. His whole body relaxes as I push the knife in his breast. Right into his heart.

"Did you really think I'd let you go?", I laugh. Blood starts coming out of his mouth. Like water, it trails down his shirt. A bloody line is appearing at it. I pull the knife out and stab him one more time. But this time, in his left leg. Marco coughs and his eyes are filled up with tears. "Why?", he wants to know. He sounds sad and angry at the same time. Weirdo.

More blood leaves his body and his movements get weaker. "This was for your wife.", is the last thing I say towards him. I turn around back to the wooden table and put the weapon to the others. I need to clean this when I'm here next time. Behind me, I hear that Marco is trying to escape. But as I already said, it's impossible.

One last look at my victim, I walk to the only door in this big room. The walls are completely black and the floor has grey tiles. Becuase tiles are easier to get clean and are waterproof. I push the door which slowly opens. The forest sounds are so relaxing. The birds, the wind in the leafs and the sticks under my feet. The combination of these is just amazing.

My phone is suddenly vibrating. I grab it out of my pocket and look at the screen. It's Alyssa. "Babe? What's up?", I reply to the call. She only calls me when it's super important. "The Police is here. What did you do?" She sounds very nervous. It's serious. "Nothing darling. I'll be there in ten." I hang up and start running through the trees.

After a few minutes, I arrive at my apartement. If I walk, it takes more than ten minutes. My eyes are gliding to the old motorcycle. I don't have a drivers licence for it, but that's the only chance to arrive in time. So I get the keys from inside and quickly push them in the motorcycle.

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I open the door and run inside. I walk into a police officer who turns around as he felt me. "Oh, I'm so sorry officer.", I apologize. "No problem Allison.", he says smiling. Shit, it's the policeman who was here several times. "So, what are you doing here? Are there any problems?" I look at Alyssa. She's worried that I'm gonna go in jail. Because I am all she has.

"Actually no. I wanted to check on you because last time I was here, you both were very suspicious.", he says. Suspicious? Why? "Anyway, Allsion, where were you?" Where I was? Well, technically, I was working, right? "I was at work. Why are you asking?", I reply to his question. I hope he believes me. "No reason. I just wanted to know. And sorry for interrupting you Alyssa."

Daniel, the officer, leaves our house. "This was close. Where have you actually been Allie?", my girlfriend asks interested. "Oh, you know. Working." I smile and walk up to her. My hands grab her face and I start kissing her. She goes with it and our passionate kiss is turning into a hot make-out session.