Love Search

Chapter 3

'Real blood?' I thought, is he by any chance not in the same profession as me?

I figured that it wasn't the case. Maybe, Noah wanted to remain professional and hide his Identity. It made sense to me.
I quickly texted, "Could you send me your picture as well?" He soon replied affirmatively and so I waited. Soon I received an image. The image had a cute, small boy with light coloured hair and dark eyes with a huge grin on his face. The boy was wearing a rainbow coloured sweater.

I thought, 'Isn't he too lean to be a serial killer?'

However, I shrugged it off and decided to keep the conversation going. I texted, "You look cute as well." I had sent it without thinking.

"Thank You!" He replied.

We decided to talk more and more. And I found out that Noah really liked cats, sweet stuff and his laptop. I couldn't wait to meet him in real life! He seems friendly while being in the same profession as me! In my profession, usually everyone is kind of gloomy and Noah was someone different. That bubbly personality of his was quite a contrast with my coworkers.

I was brimming with joy at the prospect of being in love and being loved in return. I was feeling a very fuzzy feeling, it was like there was a cup inside my chest that was being overflowed. It felt like nothing I have ever felt before. I hadn't even met him, yet I have such high expectations.

I decided to ask him another question, "So, if you were to kill a person, how would you do it?"
Soon came his reply, "I would take an empty syringe fill it with air and inject it in a vein near the toes or fingertips. It would make it seem like a heart attack. And nobody would be able to tell that he was murdered."

Truly, Noah was a professional and I was amazed by him and his vast knowlege on how to kill people. It was unlike I have ever seen before. I usually just buried my victims or decomposed them with chemicals. It was truly different when I saw someone using little to no effort in killing someone.

"That's an amazing way to easily kill off someone" I replied truthfully.

"I am glad you thought so!" Came his reply.

I then looked at the clock on the wall in front of me and I saw that we had been incessantly talking for like two hours.
I quickly told him that I had to go and I texted "Duty calls" as a joke  expecting him to easily understand my situation that I had a corpse to take care of.
"Isn't your management over working you at this point?" Soon came his reply.

'Management. What mangement?' I thought. Did Noah belong to some mafia gang? Is mangement being referred to the mafia in this case?

I said, "No, I am a freelancer! ^⁠_⁠^"

Anyways, I decided to shift the focus of attention from me and asked him if he was comfortable in meeting with me at some place. I had expected messages telling me why he couldn't come or him blocking me right away as this was the first time we were even talking.

However, he agreed! And I was filled with praises and admiration for Noah.
The only reason Noah wouldn't fear stranger danger would be because he would be the real danger! He would be the kind of guy with a white van! Filled with sweets!
I was really excited to meet him!

I decided to take care of the body first. The solution had cooled down and so I wore my gloves and drained all the water. The body had been liquefied and so it was drained easily. And then I washed every nook and corner with hydrogen peroxide.

After doing all these chores, I washed myself and quickly went to sleep. I was excited for a new day, to talk with Noah.
Tomorrow, I would ask him when we could meet.