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FIFTEEN
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Stumbling into his apartment, Alex kicked the door shut behind him. He must've smelt like a dead body, or at least looked like one. Tiger meowed but stayed back, seemingly afraid of his owner.
Before Alex entered his bathroom, he turned on the news. When he was in the bathroom, he flicked on the light and looked at himself in the mirror, shivering at the sight. He pulled the black, leather gloves off his hands and dropped it onto the bathroom counter. He took his cap off his head and ran a hand through his hair, inhaling for a few seconds before slowly exhaling. He was shaking.
His blazer was still covered in blood, now dried. His dress shirt hadn't been splashed with a drop of blood surprisingly, (except for where he held his knife, but it wasn't visible). His face had small droplets of dried blood in random spots, just like his beauty marks. His eyes looked excited yet were so noticeably tired. He felt beautiful.
He felt alive.
Alex's body flinched at his own touch, his fingers dragging against his skin, his lips. He was amazed with what he had done. He never expected to kill someone. The man was pushing him, calling him jealous-- when he wasn't.. he just thought you deserved someone better. He did this all for you.
He never thought he'd kill someone. He didn't think he'd enjoy killing someone.
Alex cleaned the cut just below his neck. Luckily nothing vital was hit. The cut wasn't deep either so he was able to just put a bandaid on it.
The tap squeaked as Alex turned on the warm water. He grabbed the nearby bar of soap and ran it under the water, soaking his hands with soap and water. He set the bar back in its holder and then ran his hands over his face, wiping away the blood. Despite how much he liked the look, he knew you'd be terrified of what he had done for you.
There's a knock on his front door. Alex pushed his hat back onto his head and pinched the top button of his dress shirt, unbuttoning it. He dried his face and made sure all the blood was gone.
