There's no point in denying it; I fucked up. Look where I am now- in this padded prison, the white walls blinding. Everyone says I've gone insane. But I haven't; not really. Because, when it all comes down to it, I was just doing my job. But who would trust a sixteen years old girl when they say they were only doing their job? Only the people in the padded prisons next to me. But, we're all mad here. Maybe I should explain some. It would probably help. So get comfortable, it's a long story.
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I took a deep breath, then smoothed out the wrinkles on my grey, casual dress. I checked to make sure the knife was in my leather jackets pocket. Perfect. I zipped the pocket, tied my worn hiking boots, grabbed my purse full of supplies for the job, then walked out of my hotel room and sat on the steps.
I read over the unanimous text I was given a week ago- One guy. Michael Jacobs. Get me his car (in the parking garage next to the apartment, keys next to the wallet) and wallet (it should be in his back left pocket, or in a jar in his house). Meet me at 1407 Main Street, New York City on Saturday morning, and you'll have three thousand. Torture him. Deal? I, as always, had responded yes. When your the number one bounty hunter, you don't question what people want you to do.
You kill, take the money, and leave. I've been doing it for six years, ever since I ran away from my foster home after my parents died. They were murdered, just like the people I kill.
A cab pulled up to my hotel. Michael got out, and flashed a winning smile. I'm winning this time Michael I thought to myself. "You must be Alice?" He said, running his hand through his wavy shoulder length brown hair. I smiled politely.
"Yeah, that's me. You must be Michael." I said, smiling. I'd long since been able to master the whole 'dumb, ditzy little blonde' stereotype. The perfect fake identity for a murderer. Don't read into that too much.
"So, hopefully you like Chinese food?" He asked.
I laughed. "Who doesn't? I'm starving! Let's go!" I pulled him back into the cab. He laughed, his brown eyes lighting up with playfulness.
"1468 Main Street please." He said. Perfect. His apartment (where, let's be real, we all know he's taking me their) is right next to the place I have to deal with my boss for this job.
He made bad jokes, and I giggled on the outside. I was still planning how to do this. Usually I just wing it.
We pulled up to his apartment. "I thought we were having Chinese?" I said, scowling playfully. He smiled knowingly, paid the taxi driver, and opened my door to let me out. I batted my eyelashes and smiled.
He pulled me into his apartment building. There was a Chinese place in his apartment. Wow, getting a free meal too? This was great.
"This place looks great! I'm so excited!" I squealed. He laughed and we sat in a booth. A waitress placed some menus in front of us.
"Would you like anything to drink?" She asked.
"Just a water for me please." I smiled. She nodded. Michael got a Coke. Not a bad taste in soda.
Michael made more bad jokes and small talk, and I sat there twirling my hair and giggling, even though my thoughts were somewhere else.
My best guess was getting him io the bathroom. It'd be the easiest room to clean. Especially if I got him in his shower.
"Here's your water and your soda, what would you like to eat?" The waitress set down our drinks and smiled warmly.
"Um, can I have the coconut shrimp please?" I asked. The waitress nodded and smiled over at Michael.
"Sweet and sour chicken." Michael smiled. The waitress smiled, grabbed our menus, and walked off. I smiled and twirled a lock of hair that fell in my face.
"So what do you do for work?" Michael said.
"I'm an actress." Of a sort.
"Oh, wow. That's so cool. I just work at a coffee shop." Michael laughed. I giggled realistically, even though I could care less.
Michael droned on about his hobbies. Oh my God, does this idiot ever shut up? Luckily our food came, so I could get a proper meal. Usually it was fast food or takeout. Always in cash. Never take a receipt.
"You must be hungry." Michael laughed. My plate, which was full of breaded shrimp in coconut sauce, was almost half empty. I laughed.
"What about you?" I said, grabbing a piece of his chicken and popping it into my mouth.
"Hey!" He shouted jokingly, lunging for my plate. I moved it out of the way before he could grab it. I laughed.
We finished our meals, Michael paid, and then he invited me into his apartment. Perfect. "I'd love to!" I giggled. Michael smiled smugly as he dragged me into the elevator. I pretended not to notice.
The elevator shot up to the fourth floor, and he almost pushed me in through his blue, unlocked apartment door.
"Can I use your bathroom?" I asked. Michael smiled. His eyes gave away what I was hoping he'd do.
"Sure." He smiled devilishly, "Down the hall and to the right."
I smiled and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door. I grabbed some towels and spread them all across the black tile floors. I pulled the knife out of my pocket, a largish one sharpened to perfection. I also opened the shower door. Everything was perfect. Now I just had to wait for my prey.
Just as I expected, he opened the door. I ran behind him and slammed it shut. I also grabbed a hand towel off the counter. "What the he-" He never finished that sentence, as I dropped him with a sweeping kick. I flipped him onto his back and gagged him with the towel.
I reached up and grabbed my purse, holding him in place with my leg. I was stronger then I looked. I dug through it and found what I was looking for. My rope. I took his hands and tied them together. He was screaming from his gag. I grabbed his hair and pulled his face closer to mine. "Scream one more time, and this will be longer than it already is gonna be." I hissed.
He stopped screaming.
I pushed him into the shower and shut the door. I then turned on the water, to drown out most of the noise. My clothes were drenched.
Michael did what I planned he would do; he stood up and tried to run. I grabbed his head and shoved it into the hard shower walls. He crumpled down to the ground in pain, but didn't pass out. Good.
I started with his fingers. I took the knife to them, slicing them off one by one. His screams through the makeshift gag were just muffled moans of sheer pain. I closed my eyes. It's the man that killed your parents. Do what you would do to that man. I opened my eyes again.
Michael's eyes were pleading, tears running down his face. Blood was gushing from his hands, covering my dress and boots. "What should I do next?" I asked him teasingly. I took his shoes and socks off. I heard him screaming through the gag. It's the murderer, I thought.
I sliced of his feet. He was bleeding a lot more. I was probably covered in blood. I didn't look. "If I take out your gag, will you scream?" I asked him. Tears streamed down his face as he shook his head no. I took it out gently.
"Why do you have to do this?" Michael cried quietly.
"It's my job. I told you I was an actress." I smiled teasingly. And with that, I stabbed him in the throat. He made a choking noise as he drowned in his own blood.
I did my trademark; I cut off his lips, cut a smile into his face, and opened his eyes. Someone always found the body eventually, no matter how well I hid them. I turned off the water. It was pink as it washed down the drain.
I cut him into pieces, his head, arms, torso, and legs. I could probably fit him into a trash bag. I took off my bloody shoes and set them on the towels, then walked into his kitchen. I found a black, empty trash bag in a green cupboard under the sink.
I walked into the bathroom again. I instantly smelled the metallic stench of his blood. It was almost comforting. I put him into the trash bag, piece by piece. I turned on the shower again, washing away all traces of blood. I took off my bloody clothes and, with my boots, I shoved them into the bag with Michael's remains.
I changed into the clothes I kept in my purse; sweats, a long t-shirt, and a pair of black converse. I rinsed the now dried blood out of my hair and off of my arms. I refolded all the towels and put the back in the cupboard.
The shower was clean now; I turned the water off, then looked around, making sure I haven't forgotten anything. Nothing looked out of place. I put the knife into my purse, grabbed it and the trash bag, then searched through his apartment. I found a small box with a ring. He was cheating. I think I did that poor girl a favor. I took the ring and slipped it on my finger. It twinkled in the dim lighting.
I found the wallet and car keys, then took the back stairwell down, so I ended up in the alley. A large green dumpster was next to the parking garage door. I dumped the trash bag in there, with the reek coming from that thing it'd be years until someone found the body.
I walked into the parking garage. It was mostly empty. I pressed the unlock button and a black Porsche's lights went off in the back corner. I jogged over and climbed in. I never got my drivers license, but I know how to drive. It's not that hard.
I pulled out of the parking garage and drove down Main Street, which was mostly empty. It was five minutes till ten.
1407 Main Street was another parking garage, for another apartment. I parked, grabbed the things, and walked into an ally.
A girl about twenty stood leaned against the wall, smoking a cigarette. I coughed a little and she looked at me.
"You must be the infamous Alice Liddle." Her piercing black eyes scanned me up and down. "Hmm. Thought you'd be taller. Do you have the things?" The girl asked, brushing dark blue hair out of her eyes.
"That depends. Do you have the money?" I asked. She walked over to me and handed me thirty one hundred dollar bills.
"The stuff." She glared, blowing smoke in my face. I coughed as I handed her the wallet and the keys.
"Pleasure doing business with you." I said, extending my hand. She shook it.
"Good luck, kid." She said, then disappeared into the parking garage. All in a nights work, I guess.
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Yay! More stories:,D!! I actually really like this one, so hopefully you guys do to. <3-Mo
