Serendipity

Twelve~She's a killer queen, gunpowder, gelatine

This is the last chapter and the most shocking and it pained me to right it but here we go.

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She keeps her Moet et Chandon
In her pretty cabinet
"Let them eat cake", she says
Just like Marie Antoinette
A built-in remedy
For Khrushchev and Kennedy
At anytime an invitation
You can't decline
Caviar and cigarettes
Well versed in etiquette
Extraordinarily nice
She's a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime
Recommended at the price
Insatiable an appetite
Wanna try?
To avoid complications
She never kept the same address
In conversation
She spoke just like a baroness
Met a man from China
Went down to Geisha Minah
Then again incidentally
If you're that way inclined
Perfume came naturally from Paris (naturally)
For cars she couldn't care less
Fastidious and precise
She's a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime
Drop of a hat she's as willing as
Playful as a pussy cat
Then momentarily out of action
Temporarily out of gas
To absolutely drive you wild, wild
She's all out to get you
She's a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime
Recommended at the price
Insatiable an appetite
Wanna try?
You wanna try

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Two down. Way more to go. This was gonna be fun.

I clicked my tongue, creating a satisfying 'click' sound in my mouth. It was dead of night, the moon watching me and telling me not to do it, but I couldn't and wouldn't listen.

I smiled first. An evil smile. Far different to the other me, the sane me.

The struggling boy stirred beneath me, his pounding heart reverberated around the hollow walls of the cave we were in. I painted patterns of the blood I had drawn from the stab wound, slowly, slowly dragging the knife point to his neck.

I knocked my head back and let out a harsh cackle, hearing the point cut through the first layer of soft, childlike skin that was once his. He sputtered, blood layering the cave floor and bleeding onto the outside where it lay in a puddle.

My body leant down to his, face angled to meet the floor, and whispered torturously in his ear.

"No one was really ever getting off this island alive, where they eh Percy?"
I dragged the spear up to his neck once more, tearing at the skin to make a dent, then the puncture. The blood residue leaked to my knees, but I didn't shake it off, I chose to not wash it away.
My laugh returned, filling the empty walls.

"This place is so dull, but hey Percy, I know what can fill it up a little. Ever heard of a gallery?" I taunted, a crooked smile met my face. His eyes shrunk, pupils dilating at an alarming rate. I took one final plunge to his skin and spun it inside, the blood leaking out like a burst pipe. I yanked it out, licking what was left of the point and lifting up the boy to the wall.

"This is way worse than thunder kiddo." I slammed the head to the wall, blood spurting out onto it and creating a work of bloody art. I was done.
Leaving the boy to rot, I wiped my hands on my face and stalked away, hips swaying left to right to the music of the night. Did he deserve it?

No.

Did I?

Yes.

My next victim wasn't going to be anyone until I ran into them; but I knew who I wanted. I didn't chase.
I let them come to me. 
Although today, something about the air felt like I would accomplish something far much greater than murder, much greater than taking someone's life.
The melodic tube of a blue bird whistled high in the tree where I was perched, watching for any passers-by.