Delphian || h.s.

3

"One job?" I asked, astonished. He was actually giving me a chance.

"One job." He repeated, clearly annoyed.

He stood up from my beat up old bed, brushed past me and didn't say another word as he climbed out the window.

He definitely isn't somebody who you would think hides bodies in the woods in the middle of the day, yet again, I don't look or feel like a psychopath. The beauty on the outside masks the darkness on the inside. My long blonde hair always compliments my sky blue eyes, while my eyes compliment my plump lips and small nose. The feelings of murder are completely normal to me, even though I know that they're not normal human thoughts, I can't help but feel this way, I guess it's just the way my brain works.

Once I was done brooding, I stalked downstairs, into the living room. Fortunately for me, dad had gone out for the night, probably to go to the shooting range and grab a drink afterwards, like he did almost everyday.

My dad isn't an alcoholic, he can go without drinking, he just likes it too much to quit. To be honest, the same goes with me and smoking, I could quit if I wanted to, but what's the point? The most amazing feeling in the world is when I feel the smoke pour into my lungs and the nicotine enter my bloodstream.

Thinking about smoking just made me want one even more. I grabbed my cigarettes and my dark blue jacket out of my room and climbed out the window, the same way the man, who I still didn't know the name of, stomped off to less than ten minutes ago.

I continued to navigate my legs around the twigs and tree branches along the path. I was determined to see the man again, I have questions that he so rudely left before I could ask.

Step by step, twig by twig, I soon find myself passing the lifeless body of a young woman that still hasn't been found by anyone sane enough to call the police. After getting a few feet away from the body, I realize that I actually have no idea where I'm going. I light a cigarette and cuss under my breath. I've never been to this man's house, for all I know, he could live three fucking hours away and only come to town when he wants to dump the bodies.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I hear a voice behind me whisper forcefully.

I swivel around to meet the emerald eyes of my now partner in crime. His shirt and pants are covered in a crimson red color. My eyes glance down to where his hands are and sure enough, there was another body - this time it was an older lady, no younger than fifty, yet no older than sixty. Yellow and red paint splattered all over her body, mixing to create a watery orange, while black streaks trailed up and down her arms.

"It hasn't even been a day, you honestly can't control yourself?" I chuckle, his eyebrows furrow and his mouth sets into a deep frown. I toss my cigarette on the ground and stomp on it.

"I had inspiration to paint and she," he pointed to the lifeless body laying at his feet. "Just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. It's not like I enjoy killing them, but painting is more important than any living thing, in my opinion."

"You are weird you know that, right?" I laughed at him this time and he looked pissed. "And, I have a lot of questions for you. After all, you so rudely left my house that I didn't have time to ask you."

"No questions, I already told you everything that you need to know." He mumbled, walking away from me.

You've got to be kidding me.

"Wait, when are we going to kill somebody?" I asked eagerly.

"You're very blunt." This time it was him who was laughing.

"Who are we killing?"

Silence.

"Where do you live?"

Silence. I put my hands on my hips in frustration.

"At least tell me your name!" I screamed, and he stopped walking.

"My name is Harry. Now shut up and go home, Sutton."

He continued to walk, leaving me alone in the woods. I was livid, I walked all the way out here to find him, and all he tells me is that his name is Harry. I want to chase after him, scream in his face and call him a jackass for just walking away, but I know that even if I did that, he still wasn't going to tell me shit about our plans or himself. I do plan on breaking him though, after all, nobody says no to me.

I started the long trip back to my house, when my eyes settled upon a shiny object on the ground. I brush the remaining leaves out of the way for my eyes to gaze on a broken piece of glass. Picking up the glass, I start to examine it. It is rough around most edges, except for one side that is razor sharp. Just one swift motion could slice someone open real bad. The blood oozing out of someone's neck as they look at you with such shock and fear, begging you to help them, even though you're the one who just stabbed them. The thought put a smile on my face as I shoved the glass in my jacket and continued my journey home.

I was about half way home when I saw a figure moving out of the corner of my eye. Reaching for the glass, I held it under my coat, so the perpetrator wouldn't be able to see it. The footsteps, that were surprisingly loud, got closer and closer. I am just about to strike when the perp calls out my name. Without hesitating, I swing around, coming face to face with my father.

His breath reeks of vodka. You can tell he'd been drinking, but he wasn't drunk. The drinking didn't bother me though, what bothered me was the fact that he was in the woods, he never came in here.

"Dad, why are you here?" I asked, slowly walking towards him. I put the glass back in my pocket.

"You weren't home. I figured you were in here." He took a pause. "Why were you here?" he eyed me suspiciously.

"To smoke." I said and waved my cigarette pack in front of me.

He didn't look disappointed like I thought he might. I did tell him about five months ago that I would quit, which I made absolutely no attempt to try. All he did was nod, but I could tell by the look on his face that he didn't believe a word that came out of my mouth. Even when he's nearly drunk, there is no fooling my father.

And guessing by the way he just decided to walk away without saying another word meant that it was the end of the conversation, and for the second time today, I was left alone in the woods.

I really hope you enjoyed it!

-Maddi