Cold-Blooded

Unlucky

I knew I wasn't going to get much sleep the moment I woke up to a hand over my mouth.

"Don't panic, I just need you for a few days. I promise not to hurt a single hair on your beautiful head as long as you don't make this difficult." My parents were very wealthy, as well as being well known, so I should have expected someone to have come up with a stupid plan like this. I opened my eyes, trying to peer at the figure on my bed. No use, my room was pitch black as the night outside my window. It was a shame they were intelligent enough to try to hide their face.

"Could you be a dear and sit up?" I obliged the mysterious person. What could I do otherwise?

"Delightful! Now I am going to remove my hand; if you scream I can't make any promises." The phony sweetness that dripped off her words left much to be desired. I felt the hand move off my mouth and a sharp point start to press into my back. I flinched, and then scolded myself for not expecting it.

"Aren't you just precious! Be a dear and walk towards the door." Once outside my room, I realized just how dark it was in my house. We made it into the foyer before my captor spoke again.

"Now we are going to start heading outside. Don't do anything stupid sweetie." I moved a bit slower than they would have liked and felt their impatience grow. I couldn't wait to get my hands on them.

"Now sweetie if you could just get into the van, I would be thrilled. It's much less work if you keep following my instructions, don't you think?" Once outside, I saw the van she was gesturing to and almost laughed. It was bright red and filthy. I was hoping if I was going to be kidnapped they could at least do it fashionably. I got into the van and my captor, who I could now tell was a young woman, climbed in after me.

"You are just doing swimmingly! Isn't she just a doll, hun?" I heard a grunt from the front seat and the engine turned on. As soon as we stopped at what I assumed would be our first of many stoplights, I inspected my captors a bit closer. What a shame, from what I could tell they looked healthy and fairly young. What a waste. I bent over and slowly slid out my knife, making sure the lady in the back with me didn't see. I hid the knife in my sleeve as I sat up.

"Do I get to know where we are going or what?" The woman turned towards me.

"Don't be silly, of course not. We need your parent's money, not the warm fuzzy feeling of being honest." I scooted closer, and the woman peered at me curiously.

"Now what are you up to sugar?" I flung my arm around her neck and dropped the knife out of my sleeve.

"Wouldn't you like to know." Her eyes widened as my knife started to draw blood. "If you stay quiet I might not kill you." Her mouth opened in mute terror. I felt her pulse quicken and just couldn't help myself. As my knife slowly slid across her throat I felt her sticky warm blood on my hands. I heard a noise from the front seat and dropped her body onto the floor of the van.

"What's going on back there?" I looked into the rear view mirror and saw what I assumed to be the woman's boyfriend staring at me. I walked over to his seat and ran my bloody fingers down his cheek.

"I would much rather be at home, so be a dear and give me a ride?" I smiled to myself as I mocked the woman's tone. The man was trembling and I could visibly see him swallow forcefully. It took him much too long for my liking to follow my instructions, and so I placed the tip of the blade under his chin. "Now."

"Uh, huh." He violently shook his head up and down and the knife nicked his chin when I tried to pull it away so he didn't impale his head on it. I groaned as he winced and began nursing his minuscule cut.

"Let's get on with it shall we? I could just drive myself home. I don't need you alive for that." It only took a few seconds for that to get through his thick head, and moments later we arrived at my house. I placed my knife under his neck once again and smiled as his eyes bulged.

"What? Is this not how you thought your night would go?" I was tempted to let him go, but thought otherwise. Slitting his throat went by much faster than I would have liked, which was a shame as he didn't even have a chance to let what I said sink in. How unfortunate. I climbed over the dead woman's body to let myself out of the back of the van. I stifled a yawn and checked the clock, 2:15 not bad. I shuffled to my bedroom and climbed into bed, sliding the still wet knife under my pillow. I shut my eyes and smiled knowing that I could probably get a few more hours of shut eye before my parents got home.

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