Outsider - Book Two

Chapter 11

There he was! Fitzerton, he got out of his car - locking it behind him.

Cece was parked on the other side of the road from his house. A one story red bricked home with a black roof and white windows. A faded white picket fence, this man really read the script word from word.
There was a nice garden, flowers lining the fence. It reminded her a little of her own home, but since her own father passed the flowers didn't grow like they used to and the weeds seemed to have overtaken.
No one really cared for the garden, she'd be surprised if her mother even had enough energy to get out of fucking bed let alone take care of the yard.

She waited a little longer. The front door opened and out walked a teenager, he was wearing a black shirt and black baggy jeans. He looked really emo, his hair was dyed black and he had eyeliner on.
She could see the blonde in his hair trying to come back through.

He had earphones in and was on his phone. Fitzerton tried to stop him but the boy just walked straight past, completely ignoring him.

The boy jumped into the passenger side of a blue car and waited. Then the door opened again and a women came out. She had blonde hair and light skin, she interacted with Fitzerton and kissed him.
Before then walking to the car and getting in herself.

Cece waited, watching as Fitzerton entered the home and as the woman and the teenage boy drove off.

She waited a few more minutes, letting the neighborhood settle.

Now was her time, she wasn't going to get a better chance. She grabbed a ski mask she had picked up from a store and got out of the car.
She crossed the road, no one was about.

No one was even in their yard.

She opened the small, white picket gate and walked down the path towards the front door.

She tried the handle, unlocked. It was like this guy was asking to be killed.

She coaxed her way inside. Putting on her mask.

There was a long hall, cream coloured walls. Decorated by many photo's in brown frames. The house was lavish, not an empty space around.

She could hear a tapping noise down the hall, she walked past the front living and dinning room and past the garage.
Down the hall further, tip toeing. Her breathing hushed and calm.

She entered the kitchen, a cup of tea steaming on the counter but there was no one around. She scanned the room, looking for anything at all.
Cece walked a little further in.

No one? Where the hell was he?

Suddenly she heard a loud grunt and something hard slammed into her shoulder. She spun around to see Fitzerton.
He went to punch her but she moved, she grabbed his arm and spun it behind his back. He kicked her, pushing her back a few steps.
He grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter and came rushing at her with it, she ducked and he ran into a wall.

She got a knife of her own and threw it at him, it stabbed the wall behind his head. Just holding it's place there. He ran at her again, she extended her leg - kicking him. He threw the knife and she spun, narrowly avoiding it.
He ran at her, they were properly fighting now.

In the small kitchen, the stupid island taking up much of the room - they were fighting. She could see his short hair and his round face. His eyes full of anger and pain.
She threw a punch, squaring him right in the nose.
He punched her throat and she kicked him before punching him again.
He must not be as good as when he was young because she could see the energy coming out of him.

He grabbed her arm and spun her so her back was pinned. With all her strength she lifted him, pain coursing through her broken wrist - behind her back.
He was lifted into the air and she threw him over her shoulder, he slammed into the ground. His back making a smacked against the tile.
But he was quick to retaliate, he kicked her legs from under her.
She smacked her shin on the floor.

Cece grabbed the knife he had thrown and stabbed him in the leg, twisting the knife in place.

Fitzerton let out a mighty scream. She reached onto the counter and pulled down a cloth, shoving it into his mouth.
She grabbed the hot tea and poured it over his face, burning him. She twisted the knife again and removed the cloth.
Punching him again and again and again. No hesitation, no regret. She couldn't have remorse doing a job like this.

Fitzerton was left lying there, defeated. Blood covered his face, his nose broken. She punched again, his face becoming purple quickly. And again! She kept going, she couldn't stop. If she stopped for even a second he might get up.

She pulled the knife out of his leg and stabbed him in the other leg.

He screamed out again, and again she stuffed the cloth into his mouth. Just like before, she twisted the knife.

Tears poured down his face.

She stood up, fixing the ski mask over her eyes.

Fuck! She was exhausted. She reached under her shirt and pulled out her gun. Fitzerton pulled the cloth out of his mouth.

'Please!' He begged. His voice coarse and rough. 'I have a son.' He cried. The image of her father been pushed into the ground beside her burned to the front of her mind. She couldn't hesitate.

STOP HESITATING! She had to remind herself. She clicked the safety off and pointed the barrel at his head.

No hesitation, she pulled the trigger.

The gun had had a silencer on it. Something else she had brought from the store. Couldn't be in this neighborhood making too much noise.

She walked over to the sink and opened the cabinets below. She pulled out some chloroform and a dry cloth.
She drenched the cloth and walked around the kitchen, wiping everything she had touched. The knives, the coffee mug.

Then she dumped the knives in the sink and washing the blood away with water, before putting them back.
She stripped Fitzerton down, drenching him with more chloroform and ripping them up, putting it in the garbage disposal.

Be smart! She had to remind herself. This was a hit and even though she might - maybe have the Ramos family or Giovanni to back her up if anything came up, she had to clean the scene properly.

She dabbed the soaked cloth over Fitzerton face for distortion purposes.
She grabbed his phone off him, taking a picture of his dead corpse and typing in Ezra's number. Sending it to him before completely wiping the phone of every single thing in it. She cleared information that might be on the cloud and she deleted all photos and text messages. All calls were wiped.
She would send the phone to Joon, he'd hack into his emails within seconds and wipe them clean before deleting them.

There had no be no trace of anything at all.

It was a clean job.

With the rest of the bottled liquid she splashed it over walls and ceilings, drenching anything and everything. Including her steps through the house. She walked around the house until she found his computer.

She found her way into it. Stupid man put his address as his password. Always try the simple things first, that was what Joon had taught her.
She deleted everything on the computer, photos, messages. Web history. Man, this guy watched a lot of porn. Clearly things between him and his wife weren't great.
She deleted files and anything else she could find.

Once the computer was clean she picked it up with cloths so that her prints weren't left behind. Lifting it high into the air and smashing it into the ground. The screen cracked and split.

Now it was time to go.

She opened the front door carefully and closed it behind her.

Taking the mask off her face but wearing as a beanie to hide her hair. Staring at the ground - she walked back to the car.
She quickly jumped in and started the engine, she had to get out of here quick.