"Hi I am Emma Wayne and I am looking for a job" god, this simpleton life was so boring I hadn't killed anyone in weeks. The urges were extremely hard to control.
"What industry are you good at?" holy shit, her voice was so monotone god the world would be better off if she was dead. Maybe I could help the world.
"Well I can kill people, two years ago I was an agent, I killed my own fiancé and my brother killed himself by saving me. Oh then the good part, I killed my nemesis then my ex-boss, who was also my step brother shot himself because he loved her. So any good action jobs?" she glared at me
"Are you are retard or just stupid" I was really going to enjoy putting a bullet in her head.
"Well seems you know more than me. This is the first time I have been called a retard. I thought we were friends" I smiled, not about her she repulsed me, but the thought of her death was extremely amusing.
"Yes. That cocky attitude will get you nowhere, well perhaps a prison." Fucking hell she was an utter bitch. I hated bitch's they were so fake and acted like they gave a fuck.
"Well maybe I will go to prison, but if I do it was nice knowing you" with that I walked off. I was going to enjoy killing her. I really think I should get another "active" job.
I left the building and went to my shitty van. I had to sell TARS to keep a low profile. Why the fuck did I have to get into this mess.
It had been two years since the death of Skylar. I missed her so much. I had turned into a monster. This wouldn't have happened if she didn't leave the house. Why did she have to be so stubborn? Why couldn't she have been like other girls? But then I realised if she was I would have never fallen in love with her. I remembered our last kiss it was so passionate, that kiss is the only reason I am alive. I had not loved another since Skylar.
I saw her everywhere her Rosie face filled my sad world. The worst of it is I hear her voice at night. I try to talk to her but I can't she is just a memory. Those are the nights I cry myself to sleep. Other nights I go to a club and drown myself in vodka. It drowns my sadness and for a short while I feel alive again.
I looked at the building and miss monotone was walking out. She was soon going to be my fifteenth kill as a serial killer. I had no motive to kill her. I had no specific style. I just loved to kill people.
She walked over to a dark alley; this was going to be easy. I got out of my van and walked behind her. We reached the alley.
"Freeze, bitch. Who is the smart one now?" with no hesitation I pulled the trigger she fell to the floor. I walked back to the van.
This is what I was now, a cold blooded killer. I didn't care who I kill. I just had to kill. It was my addiction. It soothed me to think someone would have to suffer like I suffered. I hated who I was but at the same time I loved it.
I hated the fact my life had no meaning. Drugs, alcohol and guilt consumed my life. I hated the fact I was evil. I can kill and not care. I could kill you right now and laugh seconds later, I also hated that I no longer had a princess. I yearned for one but my heart is ice. It won't let me move on.
I loved the fact I can do whatever I want. I am a trillionaire, money is no object. I loved how my nickname was devil woman, the media loved my story. They named me devil woman; I was obsessed with the fame. But the sadness was more than the happy times. I was hanging on to life by a thread.
This is the life of Emma Wayne formally known as jade. But fortunately she died of a broken heart and got replaced with a crazed killer. I am a psychopath; I even have the certificate to prove it. I am much more fun than jade ever was. I will never fall in love again, because I have a place in the stars with my princess, she would be proud of me right now.
