Alice Kills

Chapter Two

I walked home feeling like a waste of space, who knows what those sick freaks were doing to the Guppies right now. I couldn't do anything about it. If I'd have tried, I'd have died. It may seem wrong to take a life, but these men take so much more from those girls.

I couldn't walk into my home, I knew darn well that Nick would be inside waiting for me. He'd run up to me, tickle me and say "Another successful kill by the one and only!". This wasn't a successful kill. It wasn't even a kill! I groaned loudly and sat on my porch with disappointment.

This house, was my mother's. My mother Juliette was what most people call girly. I left the house just the way she had it. Its light peach paint was fading, the white trim was yellowing. The porch swing creeked and the plants were still living and in the same place. Juliette was a sweetheart. Six months ago Juliette left for Russia to find my father. He's been gone a year now on account of a business opportunity.

My Aunt Rachel came to look after me, then I met the Fishers. It was my 14th birthday and she took me out on the town. Of course, Aunt Rachel being Aunt Rachel thought it'd be a good laugh to take me to a bar with her. All I wanted was a sleep over with my friends, but she insisted. That night was my encounter with the Fishers.

My mom hasn't returned from Russia and Aunt Rachel is, busy, I guess. She's only here for dinner. I don't blame her, I'm not the most entertaining person to be around, plus she's got five boys of her own. She's a busy woman and I'm just her sister's kid. I kicked my boots off and trudged inside my house. I knew this house like the back of my hand, whatever that means. I just really know my house. I can walk straight through and not bump into a single thing in the eerie darkness.

I turned around and placed my forehead on the cool wooden door as it closed shut. I sighed deeply as two large hands grabbed my waist and turned me around, "Alice! How'd it go? Totally slaughter those dudes? Hey cutie, what's wrong?" He placed his hand under my chin and lifted my face. "What happened?" I sighed again. "Nickolai, I'm kind of ticked. I-I didn't get the girls!" I pounded my forehead against his hard chest repeatedly "Hey! Ah, ah! Damn that hurts. Stop, Alice!" He placed his hands on my shoulders and shook my body wildly. "Look at me!" He grabbed my face and forced me to stare into his big brown eyes, "You can't save them all." My neck raged with heat. "What the what?! Don't tell me that Nickolai! That doesn't freaking help! Why are you even here?"

He had a stern pained look on his face. "Alice, you are mad because you couldn't save the girls. You are taking it out on me. Stop. You are saying things you don't mean." He was right. This happened every time something went wrong on one of my killings. I blamed him for things that went wrong, I know he didn't do anything wrong. He knows I don't mean it. I think it still hurts though. He doesn't like me calling him by his actual name, Nickolai. He prefers "Nick" but when I'm mad, I call him by his actual name.

I shrugged and walked down the hall and trudged up the stairs to my room. I turned the lights on and sighed once more. "Damn!" I threw my gun belt and switchblade knife on the seat by my door and kicked my punching bag. I hate when I can't save girls, because I know I physically can. I just can't sometimes, the circumstances can keep me from being able to save them. I think they might be getting smarter. Drugging the girls in the car is smart.. It sure threw me off. It usually takes 10 minutes for the Color Catchers to drug the girls and let the drug take effect. Doing it in the car ride saves time for them.

Let's evaluate this.. I grabbed a notebook and lay down on my bed. If they give them the drugs in the car, by the time they get to the house the sexual battery can begin. Hmm. Why the small houses in the shady neighborhood? I suppose it's more private. Not many people will question. New mental map then. I sat at my computer and memorized the town map again. I made sure to mentally highlight small neighborhoods. The Color Catchers are changing things up, I need to know why. Is it me? I grabbed my purple towel and went to the bathroom down the hall, I heard Nick bustling about in the guest room next to my room. He knows I didn't mean anything. I was just mad. I let the warm water wash away my anger.

Next time will be a successful kill, that's a promise.