She stared death in the face and she smiled.
At least that's what the stories said.
So they called her the queen of darkness.
But some knew better.
And so they called her the devil instead.
-S.E George
I'm not a complicated woman.
But I suppose...
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November 5th
There's no way out of this that wouldn't result in Monica ending up in trouble. Shit. Everything was going so well. It's been four years since I've been in any sort of trouble.
It's been four years since I got away from the toxic 'men' and the deranged lifestyle. Be it as it may, I have obviously made my own lifestyle, but it's one I chose. And I'm happy with it. I kill bad people and make money whilst doing it.
There is a difference between murder and killing someone, murder it so much more personal. Killing is just an emotionless action, done solely for the purpose of them needing to be dead. Murder means that you have a emotional attachment to said person. You tend to be less careful with murder, that's why murderers are usually caught.
But killers; they hide within the crowds. Killing them of one by one and never once being seen. They are the real amazements. They are the real geniuses.
I need to get a message to Monica. I quickly find a bit of paper and scribble down the words 'bottom locked draw of my dresser, keys in kitchen spice rack, inside the cumin. There's money; take it and leave the country. Get a fake passport. Leave this apartment as soon as you find this. I'm so sorry Monica. You were an amazing friend. And I truly loved you.'
I hide the note underneath her phone in which I put on my bedside table. She can't miss it.
I quickly wipe the tears from my face and get into the same mindset I have when I'm on a job.
The trick is not to think. Just get through it.
What should I bring? I quickly grabbed my black duffel bag from underneath my bed. Clothes, hair brush, small amount of cash, passport, fake ID. I spot the gun that lives underneath my pillow. Loaded and on safety.
I grab my coat and slip the gun into the secret inside pocket. Then I grab my pocket knives and put them into the ankle of my boot. I already know that they will find the knife in my boot, but that's the point. If they find one knife they won't suspect more. Or look for more, they will think I was only smart enough to bring one. I'm going in prepared. I also grab the secret knife that looks like this cute sort of clip that does up my hair.
I quickly changed my clothes into something with less blood on it. I grab my grey sports leggings and the matching sports bra that goes with it. I grab a zip up hoodie and zip it up under the coat. If I need to run, then it will be easy.
I walk out of the room calmly, my bag slung over my shoulder. I stare back at Viktor for a second before I break the silence.
'We going or did you change your mind?'
'Me and you are going to have a chat about your attitude when we get there' he looked like he was holding in a smirk and replacing it with annoyance.
