Me, my thoughts and Her

The seeming mystery

As I wonder out of the building with terry I make up an excuse and leave him quickly. Approaching proper lighting I bring out the paper from my pocket to check its contents and I see a pretty straight message...MEET ME AT THE BROWN STATION.
    

         Talk about scary and ‘whoever she is’ tops that list. Anyways, I know I’m still going to head over there because my life does lack spice. I mean, running away from a serial killer at 11pm could never be that bad.
       
            It’s dark, it’s quiet and it’s scary; the Brown Station is a spooky event centre in our neighbourhood where kids don’t frequent because parents make it a habit to portray the place as a spot where the hunger games commence.
             
         Now that I look around, I guess there is really nothing to be worried about. I lean on a wall and wait for Miss Mystery. “Hey!” Someone says by my side and I turn to answer when I feel a syringe in my skin and I’m almost unconscious before I know it. As the person drags me on the floor to my death I realise how dumb I was coming here alone.  
              I guess this my lights out, a little bit too early I think with laugh.
                                                                  

    
                                                   JEDIAEL
               Looking at him walk into this section I realise how lucky he is to be alive with this much foolishness in its wake. Coming alone only confirms how much of an idiot he is, boys are really horny these days.
      
                I walk up to him in the quietest possible way to get a better view of this cute fool. One thing I will give him credit for his face. It gives an aesthetic pleasure just looking at it. I guess that’s what is hiding his lack in mental reasoning.
             

                 “Hey!” I say as I stand almost at his back with a syringe. He turns around in surprise and I insert the needle in his neck. I do so looking at his eyes twitch before his eyelids close; Of course they happen to be blue. If I happen to be in a crappy love story, Dear writer, you can do better.
           Dragging him along the floor to my house (in a cart), I wonder what tools I will use to treat this man to a nice night.
         I hear his muffled groans. “mummy.” he said as he struggled to lift the weight on his lids. “Mummy isn’t here dear; I’ll tell her you asked”. I say as I take the last drag on the cart as I enter my house.

                  Pushing him inside, he manages to open his eyes slowly. They widen quickly when he realises he has been kidnapped. “ ss-stop this please.

         I don’t want to die” he says as he tries to move his limbs. “Don’t bother with your body; you’ll be like that for the next 2hours.
       That’s enough time for me to do what I want with you.” I stop him in front of the door to my special room and head to the kitchen for supplies.

              “I’m begging you please, don’t hurt me... I’ll do anything you want.” His pleas only intensify when he hears me sharpening my knife catalogue. What can I say, I love these sharp babies.
    

          I pick up my favourite, ‘le tranchante’. That means the sharp in French; everything is better with French.
     “Oh my God, please I don’t want to die yet, keep me at least 3 more days” he says when he sees the knife in my hands. I see tears in his eyes and I realise how good this is getting. My first live human practical with skin.

           “I know to make ice-cream” he says and I stop dead in my tracks. Its the fact that he mentioned my weakness. Smiling now, I turn around to face him, “I’m not killing you Darien. I just want to draw you. The knife is for sharpening my pencils, I’m sure you see how slim it is. That’s the reason I gave you the mystery paper. My mistake leading you on but, that is punishment for succumbing to a stranger so easily so, I’ll let you go on terms that you make us ice-cream when I am done.”
          
          Nothing could stop me from laughing out as I see the face he put on. I see him consider what I just said with amusement on his face. He raises his head and says with a sad smile “you lonely girl,” Completely catching me off guard.

I looked at him in complete confusion as he enjoyed his glorious stupidity. This guy really had some loose screws and needed urgent checks.

     With a tired sigh I say, "Look, I'm not in any way discontent with the amount of friends i have. Zero. Life is good but the only thing I lack is kinky model with a good jawline like yours, thus your abduction. Don't get ahead of yourself. This isn't a 'get a new friend' centre... are you sleeping?"

He had colonised the couch during my speech and already started snoring. Hmm...beating his face in would spoil his model features, a slap would do. I cut his restraints and wake him up