In A Heartbeat

Chapter 1

02.03.19

The breeze blows through my hair, I feel the cold air embrace my skin as I  walk across the street. The deep dark sky glistens and lightens up with the lights from the billboards and stores line up side by side. What a beautiful sight , this city life must be something short of amazing for those who love the daily human interactions. This is one of the things I honk about on a daily basis.

Suddenly I catch myself dazing off into my own world , when I feel a powerful pull and my world slows down... everything slows. I feel the urge to look over beside me and I see a man. Not just the regular man ... this man was unquestionably alluring almost mythologically handsome.  I could careless if that could be understood , the matter of fact is that this man had an astonishingly strong presence. Suddenly heart dropped when I noticed that he was now looking at me himself , his lips parted as if in mid sentence.

God , if this is my future husband please throw me in the arms of this chunk of sexiness. I thought to myself .

He had dark eyes  but in a sense it seemed like there was a hint of blood red.. strange. But I will take it. He also had dark hair that reminds me of how men used to have their slicked back in the 40s. He had slightly chiseled features. He was tall but not too tall , if I had to guess he was a nice height of 5'11 or 6'ft exact. I wanted to look some more and scan his entire physique , but that's when the world returned to its usual chaotic , half pleasant and half not reality.  Some teenaged boy on his skateboard hurriedly passed me , bumping me into someone else.

" my apologies" I apologize to the elderly woman whom I bumped into. Thanks to the idiot skateboarding around where people walk. The woman scoffed and went on her way.What is she doing out at this time anyway?
I looked back to see where the handsome man went but he was nowhere to be found. He was gone. 

Nonetheless, I decided to get back on my way to finish the orders from the person who hired me to do a 'job'. I am a hit woman on the side . I also own a publishing company in which I call   Livre Rouge. I have also written my own books, three to be exact. The Queen's Crown, Violet's Organs and The Store on 78th St. I've made quite some money from those three books. I have no interest in writing books anymore. I spend my time painting , and sometimes I do pass through the library and pick out a book to read in the coffee shop near my loft.

I arrived at the location , I got out my tools to get into the apartment of the person I am sent to deal with. I made sure I left no prints by wearing my favourite pair of leather gloves . Once the door had opened , I closed it and stealthily surveying the apartment. It was home of a man who had raped a young girl that was said to be his girlfriend's daughter. One of the people I hate the most. I wanted to make him suffer as much as possible. I assumed he was asleep considering he starts work at 5:30 a.m ,I spent an entire two weeks watching his every move by installing a tracker in his car and hidden cameras in his apartment .

I walked over quietly to his kitchen and got his water bottle that he leaves in the fridge so he can have cold water for work. I opened the cap and got out the tube of a certain substance and poured the contents into the water along with another solution to get rid of any colour the substance creates so the colour returns to its natural colour.  I put the water back. This solution was only to disorientate him , make him weak and defenceless. I looked at my timer and it read 4:50 a.m. Perfect.

I hear him turning off his alarm , I shift over to hide in his closet next to the kitchen. I can see through the closet , so I watch him hurry over to the kitchen to make some coffee , and he grabs the water bottle from the fridge and opens it. He smells it , I forget to wipe off the mouth part of any stench. Shit.

I watch anxiously... he drinks it. My heart stopped beating so fast. What a complete dumbass. Yes ,drink water that strangely smells. He drinks the entire bottle and refills it again and puts it in his bag. He walks over to his bathroom to wash his face. I smile.