Pseudosapien

Tower

There comes a time in a young woman's life when she doesn't understand the gravity of the situation until she reminds herself that the man in the driver's seat has more muscle in his upper body than she does in the entirety of her own. This information made the take down and killing process a bit more strenuous. Not to mention that he was in her house right now.

"Your house is beautiful." Tower mentioned as he sipped some tea. She had found that he actually wasn't much of a wine or booze drinker, but had a soft side for tea. It had been one of the first things he had requested when she asked him, but he had also added that he wanted to make it himself; hinting to her that he didn't trust her enough to make him tea without poisoning it.

Annie had smiled at that, even blushed a little. It was cute how he thought it mattered who made his tea.

"You still trust don't me, I see."

"Anemone, my dear, I have been killing since I was a young boy and I do not even trust our club leader; a man that I've been friends with for quite some time."

"Could I ensure you of your safety by telling you that I'm not dumb enough to try and kill people in my own home?" At least not without being prepared and having the proper materials ready first, that is.

"I thank you for the attempt but there was something unsettling about you in particular from the day we started the club with you as one of its members. If Christner hadn't moseyed on over to you one day to tell you he knew your secret, you wouldn't be here and I doubt these in club murders would be happening. He saw you...your practiced patience and kindness, your pretty face, and walk that we can all spot. You're one of us but your tempered eyes on me tell me that you see us prey." It made her question herself for a moment. Why hadn't she chosen Felix?

No, there was a message behind this one. Stay focused.

"You have no proof even if I was the Reaper. Would you like a tour?"

"Not a full one I hope." He chuckled.

"No." Annie smiled back softly. He wouldn't make it through the entire house.

"Well, then lead the way, Anemone." She had come to the conclusion that he enjoyed saying her name because he rarely ever called her by a nickname.

"You've seen the foyer, kitchen and living room...there's a bathroom around the corner to the left along that wall and then the one right next to it is the door that leads to the garage as you know." No one had seen them and there was no extra car to worry about.

"And the upstairs?"

"I can't remember that off the top of my head." She laughed as she steadily made her way up the steps with him not far behind with his second cup of tea. He may have made the tea himself, but he'd used her teapot...something she rarely used and had 'cleaned' before he set upon using it. She had long since poured out the original cleaner and replaced it with water with dissolved downers. Same went for the mug he was using to drink said tea. Being a psychologist had its perks. She could make prescriptions without being noticed and questioned.

"Something's wrong..." He murmured as he made it to the top step.

"What's up? You feeling okay?" She was glad that he was following her because it would've been hard to hold back the urge to stab him with a cooking knife.

"You...how?" She opened the door and quickly moved out of his way, letting him fall onto the floor, which was covered in pretty blue tarp.

Reeling him into the room the rest of the way, and rolling him over, she gasped and stepped back as he lashed out with his arms; eyes wide with rage. Seems the drug had only taken partial affect, so she waited.

"Fast food eating serial killer with pots and pans. Doesn't cook often. You, on the other hand, do."

"You sprayed the teapot....and my mug." He sighed in near defeat. His breathing came in slow heaves. He was fighting the drug. Maybe she should spray him more.

"I don't like stooping to gender typing, using poisons and all, but it isn't beneath me." She left the room and came back with the bottle.

"I could've brought up actual cleaner but that would be so messy and gross. I like my house clean." She explained as she held his nose, pinning his arms down with her knees and lingered there until he opened his mouth.

"You were right to question me. I also wasn't lying before as I don't normally kill in my own residence, but I have nothing to worry about with what I've got planned for you. Now, open up."

Tower's face reddened as he glared at her passive face.

"Your body on a slab will send a great message to the others and more. I was simply testing myself. There was no thought in my mind that you'd make me feel so unnerved. I wanted to kill you three times over on our first date."

He caved.

"It's ok, Tower. I could've started cutting while you were still awake."

Hours later she had him cut up, neatly wrapped, and in her trunk. Safe to say, she was giddy. So giddy she almost ran over her neighbor while exiting her garage.

"Mrs. Cravat, are you alright? I was spacing I almost didn't see you." Mrs. Cravat was one of the newlywed women in the area.

"I'm fine, Annie. I should've called before I came over. I know it's late but it was Liam's birthday today and I was wondering if you'd like a piece of cake. I would have invited you over but you were at work." The young woman had red hair in a pixie cut and a plate of mouth watering chocolate cake.

"That is very thoughtful of you. Thank you so much. I love cake."

"Where were you off to in such a hurry?"

"Oh, I'm running a little late. I'm supposed to be with my date right now. I'll just rush into my house real quick and set this in my fridge for tomorrow." Annie beamed excitedly.

"Now that makes sense. Oh, don't let me hold you back." The girl winked before trotting back to her house, where her husband waited for her in the doorway, offering her a smile which she returned before rushing into her house.

"Okay, Annie, let's not hit your neighbors. They gave you something awesome to share with Garth tomorrow." She was now grinning widely. It was like a gift for killing Tower; almost like a reward.

She made a stop by the cemetery and spread Tower's body parts everywhere like she was readying an Easter Egg Hunt.

Then she went to the park and passed a few hours there just sitting and thinking.

Had she really taken Tower down so easily? Cleaned up precisely...and everything? It was so fulfilling, yes, she reveled in this feeling of accomplishment. She hadn't felt this good in awhile.

Would the Cravat's be a problem?

Doubtful, she had been so giddy that she had to believe her.

She kind of wished that she had brought that chocolate cake with her to snack on while she waited.

"Now I also need a favor from Garth. Hopefully, he won't question me on this. I'll need to make something up." Annie whispered to herself, her hands still quivering slightly. She would have to be careful the next time they had a meeting, if she looked too earnest, they'd be suspicious of her and eventually catch on.

Maybe she needed to take another break from killing awhile and change her pattern up?