A Soulmate Story A Day

4 ~ Evil Temptations

[Published 04/10/15]

Perhaps I don't deserve a soulmate.

Perhaps no-one here does, but especially me.

Perhaps I don't even have I soulmate.

Perhaps none of this is even true.

~*~

I crouch, line up my target, shoot.

The bullet rips through his chest at 1,700 miles per hour and I let the gun rebound into my chest. It hurts slightly but I like the pain. I savour it.

"Good shot."

A low, grumbling voice emerges from behind me.

Cautiously, I peer round to see who it is, gun at the ready. But he's at an advantage and I'm put into the all too familiar situation of starring down the barrel of a loaded weapon.

Godammit, why can't I just do one operation without interference.

A slow sigh escapes my mouth.

"Don't tell me, 'you haven't yet had the pleasure to introduce yourself'." I say to the unknown.

"No, but I fear whoever you've been encountering previously, has been watching far too many movies."

"Sure right on that." I mumble, then in what seems to go past like a flash; I disarm him and flip the tables. The gun to his head.

"Very impressive Ms Grace. I was only half expecting such an ignorant move to be performed in that instant."

A click of his fingers sends a spree of red dots flying all over my body.

"Now lower your weapon and we can discuss this like professionals. You are a professional, aren't you?"

Disgruntled, I cast down the barrel and pull out the magazine. Dropping them both to the floor.

"Good, very good." The man says, smirking. He's around late forties, early fifties, with a strong build that doesn't look quite right in his prom-like suit.

"What would you like to discuss?" I ask, trying to imitate a bored tone as my heart rams into my chest like an infuriated bull.

"Your employment."

"Under what terms." The man twirls his hand in a dismissive manner, as if he doesn't really care to talk about it. Then he changes the subject.

"Have you noticed that three girls on your street have died recently."

"Partially." So this is who is behind the murders.

"What do you think that tells you?"

"Maybe I should move?"

He grins at this. It's a wild, manic grin on his uniform body and face. To be honest it's the most terrifying thing to happen this evening.

"Ah you even have a witty sense of humour Ms Grace, good to know. But no. That is not what it should be telling you. What it is telling you is that we are closing in. What it is telling you is that this is a closed deal."

Absently I register the distance wail of an ambulance coming to 'help' the dead man on the pavement. I had totally forgotten about him. The police would soon be arriving too.

"What do you want me to do?" I question him sternly.

"To kill this man." He says, holding up his phone to show a picture of a man in his late twenties wearing a white coat.