Fatalé (18+)

Chapter two

Ilaria

If I had one wish to make, it would be to have the ability to be at two different places at the same time.

Life was never easy, life isn't supposed to be easy. If it was then somehow, somewhere and at some point, your life will go wrong. It's a fact. Nothing is perfect, no one is perfect. You can't make something perfect permanently because somewhere in this universe, there is always something ugly. The term 'perfect' is another word for temporary.

Temporary just like the people that deserve to die.

When I kill, slowly, a small part of my being dies along with my victims. I've seen too many deaths, way too many to even think that it's not normal because it is. I think death is superior. It's inevitable, one day everyone is going to die so why should we be afraid of it? It's how you live your life, prevent yourself from meeting death in the most stupid way and if you manage that, your life is perfect. Temporarily.

While I bring death on people, nobody brings death to me.

And that's unfortunate.

Somewhere in this room, my phone blares. It's ringing and ringing, and I purposely ignore it because that's how you give a silent message to someone. But when the person on the other end of that call doesn't get the message, it's acceptable to break the fucking thing.

I rose to my feet and storm towards the sound, though I had no idea where the phone was, I used my senses to locate the damn thing. So, I was heading towards the bedroom because the sound of the ringtone was getting louder with each step I took towards the room. But when I reached the room, intuition kicked in immediately when I saw a silhouette in the corner. I am a killer, so whoever this person was, was going to be a dead person in the next ten seconds. I slowly tread back and reach for the pocket knife I kept in the drawers in the kitchen, then I scurry back towards the room that I saw the shadowy figure hiding in.

When I stepped inside the room, I dart the pocket knife towards the figure. I reach down and pounce towards the intruder until he was on the floor. I knew it was a man because his build was heavy, but when he groans, I thought I recognised him. I stop for a moment, and in a moment of weakness, the man manages to over power me. When he restricts me, he reveals his face.

"Alfonso?" I sneer, "What the fuck?"

"Ciao Ilaria." Alfonso smiles down at me, the nerves in his face begins to settle. "You seem frightened."

I blink at him with incredulity. The nerve of him to break in and do this.

"Well fuck yeah I am. You broke in." I chirp sardonically.

"Considering what you do, I'd thought you'd be fearless."

"Get the fuck off me." I grunt, pushing him off my body. Alfonso chuckled as he picks himself up and groans in pain. When I'm on my my feet, I notice Alfonso was limping to the bed. My eyes sails across, examining him, inspecting to figure out why he would be limping like he is, but when my eyes caught the dark patch on his thigh, growing, I rolled my eyes. Alfonso sits on the bed and glances down at his thigh, then he glances up at me and grins.

Alfonso was my brown eyed fuck head, an associate is the correct term to use to describe our relationship because nothing else seemed to be fitting.

"Sorry." He grins again. I stare at him for another moment. Mentally, I can feel my feet tapping on the floor as I contain my anger inside of me. But when he winces, I groan and turn to head for the first aid kit in the restroom. I return with the kit and kneel down in front of him.