Thrifty

2

"A woman has been discovered in an alley this morning. Police are investigating and asking the public with any information to please contact the number on your screen." The reporter on the News Channel is blabbing away as I snort with Chinese food in my mouth. Yeah right. I've been killing as long as I've been cashiering, and no one has yet to connect me to any of the murders I've committed. Ah. It's great to live in a big city. There's so many places to kill people, and I like to choose different locations as well as the method to further avoid detection. It appears to be working so far.

"Jeremy." My mom is glaring at me. "Don't stuff your face like that, or you might choke." I rolled my eyes as I continued sulking. My car died, and my grandfather won't be able to take a look at it until tomorrow. So I am currently at my mom's place eating dinner and watching TV. This is the price to pay when you need a ride from family. Don't' get me wrong. I love my mom, but I'd rather be out doing my own thing, and that's why I have opted to take the bus instead of letting her give me another ride in the morning.

After eating dinner and watching a lot of re-runs of different shows, I was finally dropped off at my apartment by ten. I barged through the door to examine the map of the city to see where I can travel on foot. There's a couple of housing districts that I can walk to and from here. After deciding where to go, I rushed to where I keep my hand gun. It's another gift my grandparents gave me when they learned I was moving into my own place for protection. That, and a box of condoms. I've never felt so embarrassed in my life.

I stuffed the pillow underneath my shirt and tucked the gun safely through the belt around my waist and ran out the door, feeling like a kid going to the candy store.

An hour later, most people are home by now. The streetlights are dimly lighting the street. All I can hear are crickets chirping. Where am I? I'm hiding behind some bushes zooming the camera on my phone to see who my next victim is. So far, I haven't seen anybody, and it's getting chilly out here.

"For the love of God, please let someone pass by." I murmured to myself and stayed spying through the bushes for another half hour. "Damn it." I cursed. "Am I going to have to try somewhere else?" this sucks. I don't have all night to wait, since half my night was wasted, and I have the early shift tomorrow.

That's when I felt something crawl on my arm making me jump out and and dance as I trying flinging whatever it is off me. "Give me your wallet!" I yelped in fright, took my gun out, and shot a couple of rounds at a man dressed in a grey hoodie with a knife in his right hand. I stared as the man gasped for air before going limp.

Instead of screaming or crying, I cheered. Even if it was somebody trying to rob me, I'll take it. The sound of sirens cut my exuberant mood short and I booked it out of there before the authorities arrive and hope to God that no body sees me, and I was wheezing my lungs out when I returned home.