The Red Phenix

Preface

Her skin is sticky with the days work. She feels the the beads of the warm liquid drip off of her skin. Nothing went as she had expected today.

As she grabs the last of her load she pushed rusty red hair out of her face. She feels as though she is struggling to breath as the last one hits the floor placed meticulously to how she planned it.

She did twelve today that was more than the quota. No one would notice until the morning though. Her skin itched just thinking about it.

Now she was done with her work she was free to go bathe. She walked home as fast as she could making sure no one saw her. It was dark so even if they had... identifying her would be impossible. She felt morning dew start to soak her dress but finally made it back to her door.

She ran water into a bucket and she didn't care if it was cold she dumped it into her bathtub. As she sank in the water turned a dark orange color. She washed her skin thoroughly. She wanted to not leave a spot of evidence. She then rinsed and left the tub.

She started a fire downstairs and sat by it. as she watched the smoke plume up the chimney she cozied up to the warmth. Then she threw her dress into the fire and watched it burn. All evidence was gone. Everything except her memory of the nights events.

How could she forget the horrified faces of the victims she had disfigured. Though no one would ever suspect her. Not a Woman. A housewife with a husband. She would never be caught. She fell asleep naked on the couch.