THE DEVIL'S DOWNFALL

Chapter Four; WHAT'S THE PLAN

It's a fine afternoon, perfect for a picnic lunch day out at the park. Perhaps that was why I was sitted on my mat under a tree munching on an apple or perhaps I'm just keeping an eye on him, my number five. He was seated across the park from me with a beautiful smile on his sinful lips. I take my note book turn a new page and write his name  Nathaniel Maximus. My first and last love.

He was with a woman named Isabella, his wife and his two kids. I remember when I first met him, I was barely same age as his youngest. I was almost  five years of age he was fifteen, the ten year age gap was something sewed into my brain. I remember the sweet little boy I first met. He'd bring me sweets and lot's of cakes from his dad's candy shop. Those were the days  when I was normal. Where I was not damaged.

I remember the first time he changed I was around nine years old. His face held so much hate and malice. I also recall the last time he hurt me, I was twenty years old. That's when they thought they'd killed me. They didn't, they failed themselves and they failed me. That was when they made the biggest mistake of their lives. The moment they turned their backs on me was how they signed their death certificates.

Poor Nate we had a good thing going on but he just had to  ruin it. I remember my first kiss was on my twelfth birthday he took it. Apparently he had a right over it, he used to say he'd make sure he was my first before the others took it. At first I  didn't understand until when I watched my only brother butchered right in front of my eyes. With his last breath I slowly felt all life slip out of my body hence the hollow corpse I am currently.

I pick my pen as start writing about his death. His will be a romantic one, as that was  the part he occupied in my heart. Mmmmh...talking of hearts his will be mine soon. I took  down a few notes then looked at Isabella, she was the key to succeeding this murder. The crucial part yet the easiest, I didn't want to involve her since the kids needed at least one parent. However, she was the key to his heart, a heart that will soon be mine.

Many may judge me because of how deep I sunk to get my vengeance. However, I tried really hard to move on, to forget, to heal, to live, to be normal...I really tried, dared to be normal but failed. I failed really hard the nightmares, the scars, the tears , the trauma... I learned to accept that I would never be normal again, never her again. Now I was just a filthy bloody killer whose thirst and goal was their end.

And look at the kids playing at the park. I frown as I remember how my childhood was ripped away from me. There was once a time when I was happy when someone genuinely cared and fully understood me. All these but a distant memory, he was gone now leaving me behind in this miserable punishing and forgiving world. I envy every single person on Earth with the single reason to smile at any point in life. My life was full of pain and misery not even a single reason to smile other than at the demise of my persecutors.

Two hours later I was at his favorite garden watching him. I knew he was here to pick flowers for Isabella as today was marking their fifth year anniversary. I approach him slowly at first he didn't seem to care he must have assumed I was here to pick flowers too. Soon realization hit him he started looking around for any sign  of  another life other than it the two of us." Who are you?" Fear was evident on his face upon seeing the knife that I held on right hand.

My previous killings were quick and immediate but with my sweet Nate I planned to take my time, to doll him up and toy with him, just like he did me. His instincts obviously screamed danger upon seeing me especially with the current situation his friends found themselves in. I could see him drawing an escape plan out of this predicament. He should relax after all I had no plan to kill him...yet.

"Who are you? Stay away please...why are you doing this?" His questions kinda hurt a little, he didn't even recognize me not that I expected him to but still. "Aww you are hurting my feeling Sweet Nate it's me. How could you forget me so soon? Didn't you miss me at all, I know I did? It's me your little putana." I watched as his face went from confusion to shock then disbelief and lastly my favorite fear.

"But how...not possible...we kil..we umm..no no no no no. You're not real, it's just another dream. You're not real real, not real, not real, it's a dream, wake up, not...stop haunting me please. I'm dreaming, you died that night, you're not here...we killed you. W..we..we killed you, I'm sorry angel please...sob sob...sorry baby. Please forgive me." He was on his knees crying, he looked pitiful but so did I then yet I never received any mercy neither was I about to grant him any.

"Oh shut up Nate, just shut up. Enough with the drama, ok? I'm not a dream I'm real but worry less I only came to say hi. How's Isabella, I saw her at the park earlier on with you. Wish her a happy anniversary from me please. Also before I leave I was still wondering if there's a part of your heart that still or ever beat for me. Anyways who cares I want the whole of it just like I gave you mine then do to it what you did mine. Bye Sweet Nate.

His death was going to be my favorite one yet. It will be a romantic just like Romeo and Juliet  however, in this case Hamlet may actually survive. His death a romantic fantasy that most picture taking their vows " through death...till death." His death will be the  antidote my heart yearned for years to finally start healing. I could finally see it piecing up, each piece eager to heal to rid off the rot the world forced upon it.

Let swans dance, flower petals flow with the wind as fireworks go off. My cupid finally paying off, there's love in the air. Red...it is all red it can be love or blood.