Bloody Be The Blades

5

By the time Cazper had woken, the sun was up and Silas had already done his morning routine and left for work. Her soft green eyes slowly opened as she stretched out her arms and legs, making the blanket slip off her. The noise of her stomach groaning out in hunger finally got her to sit up and reach for her phone off the side table. 9:34 seems like a good time to get off my ass; I got shit to do anyway.

Cazper pulled herself off the cozie grey couch and strolled to the kitchen. The white cabinets had no handles; simply push to open. The stove sat nicely in the center of the wall, accompanied by a fancy-looking sink centered on the island. A blue sticky note caught her attention as it stood out against the black and white Granite countertops.

Bagels in the pantry; that's all I have for breakfast at the moment. Apologies for the lack of food, I take lunch at one. IF you have your license, you're more than welcome to use the car in the garage and meet me for lunch.
The writing was followed by a phone number and his perfected signature.

"I'd love to have lunch. But first, I've got an errand." With a quick pivot of her foot, Cazper found the pantry, and the aforementioned bagels and pulled one from its bag. With a graceful pace and a soft hum, she took her duffle and headed upstairs to find the shower. Cazper's nails clicked softly against the metal knob as she cracked the door enough to make out the huge glass doors that contained the gorgeous tiled shower. Her eyes traced the spotless blue and white marble countertop, the center sunken in with the drain. The mirror covered the entire wall; after the counter ended, it went to the floor. A door adjacent to the sink led to the sectioned-off toilet, and besides that door was the empty closet. With a hum, Cazper lazily plopped her bag on the sink and started pulling shower supplies out along with a pair of blue jeans, her underwear, and a bra for the day. Her fingers gripped and pulled a dark blue shirt out next, but it wasn't hers; it was one of May's work shirts. With a few taps of her phone, her favorite songs began to play, and she started to strip down to nothing; she dropped the blood-stained shirt in the trash and then the rest of her clothes in a laundry basket in front of the mirror.

Casper pulled open the glass door by its chrome handle and turned the knobs to get the water going. After letting the water steam for a moment, she stepped under it and shut the door behind her. The scolding liquid soaked her snow-white hair and slicked it against her scalp and shoulders; she ran her hands over her skin as the water flowed over her face and down her chest. A series of six lines were tattooed on her diaphragm beneath her left breast; one of the lines went diagonally across four, leaving the sixth on its own.

She had no other tattoos except for the small alien head outline on the outside of her right ankle. The skin of Cazper's thighs had been blemished by the various times she sliced at them; though not once did this bother her, she was very confident with her voluptuous frame and held a bit of pride in her scars, using them as a reminder of the version of her that died all those years ago.

After washing herself and her hair, Cazper turned off the shower and stepped out, drying off and slipping into the clothes she had laid out, wearing a tank top instead. After emptying almost everything from the bag but the two stacks of cash and a baseball cap, she put on the black shoes she had packed, put May's work shirt back in the bag and headed back downstairs to grab the keys from their hook.

The car was old but in immaculate condition and beautifully taken care of. Silas cared a lot about the classic, sleek black convertible. The grill and trim of the car was chrome and reflective, like the rims. This is one sexy fucking car. The corners of Cazper's full lips curved for a smile as she pulled the handle and climbed into the driver seat, and slipped the key into the ignition. As the car gave a melodic purr, Cazper clicked the button attached to the keyring and watched the garage door open. She fondled the Bluetooth connector till it synchronized with her phone and blasted her music from the car speakers.

She pulled from the garage, and clicked the button again, ensuring the garage closed before driving off. She drove with the music blasting her favorite songs and the wind blowing through her fluffy white hair. Cazper took streets with cameras on them till she pulled into the parking lot of her favorite clothing store. With the ignition off, she grabbed the bag and headed into the store.

Casper made sure she walked in by herself, so the entrance camera caught her walking in. She already knew it was the only camera in the store. After rummaging through the racks of clothes, she went to the bathroom and took the stall at the end. Her nails unzipped the bag and pulled out a black baseball cap and May's shirt. She waited for the other woman to leave the restroom before exiting the stall and pulling all of her hair into a black swimming cap she had put on. After that, she put on the baseball cap, ensured her ears were free and headed back into the store.

With the cap pulled down enough, and the dim lighting of the store, she slipped out the doors beside someone, hindering the camera from seeing her. With the bag over her shoulder, Cazper headed towards the back of the store and through the alleyway. After walking four blocks, she turned left and headed for the grocery store's parking lot. Once past the doors, she kept her head down; May worked the front service counter.

Casper successfully made it to the rear of the store and through the push doors. The hall had a door to the break room on the left and another push door that led to the produce preparation room, then another at the end of the hall to the back loading bay and storage areas. But the hallway also had employee lockers, and that's why Cazper was here.

Her eyes read the names on the lockers before she acted like she was searching her bag while an employee left the produce room and then rushed through the doors to the loading area. After they passed, Cazper started turning the dial to May's locker. Always so predictable and boring... The lock sprung free and allowed her to open it. With a quick toss of the bag into the locker, Cazper pulled the shirt over her head and threw it into as well, leaving her in her tank top. She closed the locker and then popped the lock closed before turning and heading back into the central area of the grocery store.

After making her way back through the ally, she used the same trick from before, blending in with a group of teenagers as they walked into the store. Casper stayed close to the group before heading into the bathroom again. With a fast scan of the room, she headed back into the last stall and pulled off the hat and swimming cap. She put the hat on the hook beside the door, then folded the cap and wrapped it up in toilet paper and stuffed it into the waste bin. Her slender fingers ran through her hair, making it a neat yet chaotic mess.

She pushed open the bathroom door and then went searching the clothes racks and shelves of the store. Casper checked out with three bags, an assortment of clothes, a pair of shoes, and a satchel-styled purse. Once out the doors, she headed down to the pay phone at the end of the strip.

"Thank you for calling A1 Grocery; this is Veronica, how may I help you?" The woman was cheerful and eager to talk.

"Hi Veronica, I'm calling because I just couldn't help but notice one of the employees taking money into the back room." Cazper used a perfect southern accent, "I don't want to cause alarm but my sister works in a grocery store and says it's not normal. I just wanted to let someone know so I could just get it off my chest."

"Okay, I'll let management know and we'll be sure to look into it," the sound of scribbling was heard through the phone as Veronica passed a note to her supervisor.

"Y'all have a blessed day now, I've got errands to be running," Cazper hung up the phone before Veronica could respond but continued to act like she was on the phone for another 5 minutes before putting it up and heading to the car.