The Beauty of Death

Chapter 6: Jess' POV, The Discovery of Nothing

Be ready for some crazy, guys!

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I had carefully chosen my prey this time. Someone who would be more fun to break, well, more fun than the last few. My last few choices had turned into little wimps. They begged for mercy early on, and even though that was pleasing to my ears, it wasn't part of the game. The game had to be timed just perfectly.. with the right amount of torture to entice the screams and eventual pleading. Apparently, no matter how careful I chose, my victim would never be 100% perfect. That doesn't mean I can't play with him while I still have him..

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This high school was particularly easy for me to go through. With the teachers being incompetent and the students not being smarter than a dragonfly, it was easy to manipulate anyone I wanted. Being beautiful was an added bonus, so the boys would give me any information on who or what I needed information on. Of course they were confused when I asked about the school recluse. No one even knew his name, to my own shock. I guess that part would be up to me to find out. It wasn't a perfect kill unless you did a little snooping and dirty work yourself, anyway.

He always strayed from the crowd and tried to be as invisible as possible. It was adorable in a freakish little way. Nobody gave him the time of day unless he was in the way (which he never was) or they needed something from him. It would be easy to get rid of him as long as I played my cards right. I'd have to study him first and get into my character for him. He seemed like the nerd type, so I decided I'd go to the nearest mall and buy every recommended movie from the internet that I could. 

Thankfully, I was already a book geek so we could fit together in that aspect without having to act too unlike myself. Over the next few days I studied him like he was one of my favorite serial killer books; I took note of what colors he liked to wear. Black. I remembered his mannerisms and the way he shoved himself far away from everyone when he was uncomfortable. I assumed that meant he was uncomfortable quite often.

I hadn't decided when to strike until the moment literally almost crashed into me. It seemed that he was clumsier than I gave him credit for. Or was the jock the clumsy one? Seemed to be a mix. Well, the big idiot was walking backwards. With a slushie in his hands. Of course, it turned into a disaster. My one-thousand dollar outfit nearly got covered in the disgusting drink and my prey was coated in it himself. I worked myself up and gave the jock what he rightfully deserved, which earned the attention of most of the cafeteria. What really caught their eye was when I decided to help said prey, and lead him out of the room of watchful eyes.

My attempts at small talk were futile, with him only mumbling incoherently and not making any eye contact. He eventually thanked me once we reached his locker and I decided that I would wait for him. It was the nice thing to do, right? Or the sane thing to do? Anyway, he seemed kind of shocked by my offering of waiting and nodded, silently going to change. If I had been a normal girl, I might have actually liked him. He wasn't like one of those sex crazed, always drunk, guys that typically went after me.

When I saw him coming back, I flashed one of my perfect smiles and linked my arms with him. I was ready to let everyone know that he was my prey- I mean mine. And that no one was going to get in the way of me having my way with him. The blush that crept onto his face actually made a real laugh come out of me, funnily enough, and we walked back to the cafeteria together. He didn't know as we walked quietly through the halls that I was planning his untimely demise. He would never know until it was too late..