Walk This Path

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Dead. That's all the woman is now. Stabbed in her neck. I watched her without so much of a pity. You're probably confused. Let me enlighten you.

" FLEX TIME TO IMPRESS," was heard all the way at the end of the street. The 'Getaway' nightclub was know for their loud music. People partying and happy. Happiness. It was overrated. Happiness is just an illusion. Along with pain. It manipulates your mind making you think that what you feel is joy, but it's just a simple illusion to keep you from going over the edge. Some people clearly don't get that. Poor souls. I smiled. One of them will have to pay the price. My smiled widened. I can't wait! I walked in the club with my way to short dress looking like a hoe. It's all part of the role play. That's part of my game. I walked to the bar and ordered a martini. Some crusty looking man slid in the seat next me and takes me in. I can't draw attention to myself. It'll ruin the plan. And surely this stink prude shuffles closer to me.
"I pay $100 for your services," he said seductively.
Excuse me?! Hah har. The nigga thought I was some prostitute. I was going to leave him but he passed the line with his alcohol smelling breath. I leaned forward and the bastard thought I was going to kiss him. No no hunny. I sneakily took out my knife that was in my purse and Stabbed him in his heart twisting it. His eyes widened as all the life seeped out of it. I watched in joy. I gently rest his head against the counter as the bartender watched me suspiciously.
"He's drunk and he clearly needs to rest. Just helping my friend out," I explained in the most sympathetic voice I could put on. I nearly laughed out loud at how real I sounded. The bartender nodded believing me and went to serving more customers. This death was not planned at all. But hey! The more the merrier. I head to the dance floor in search of my victim. I scanned the room and saw a lady sucking a man with green hair's face. I already don't like her. Seems like hoe. I needed to act like a normal party goer and not some psychopath, although, that is exactly who I am. A psychopath. But no one needs to know that now. I started dancing when some dude came up behind me trying to grind on me. I was itching for the pocket knife in my bra. But I'll wait until the time is right. I danced and grinded against him until my waist hurt. He suddenly grabbed my wrist and weaved through the dance floor and up some stairs. This is the best moment to kill him. The timing is perfect omg! I may sound like a psychopathic killer but that's just how I live and I love every single bit of it. He started kissing my neck and pull down his pants. Even more perfect. He took my smile as happiness to what is going on. Hah! If only he knew. I decided to make my move. I pull the pocket knife out my bra and cut off his manhood. He screamed really hard. Thank god the music is so loud. I then proceeded to find a cup in the room and fill it with water resting his amputated manhood in it. I looked at him squirming, crying and screaming in pain. Poor baby! I started laughing.It was just too funny that I had to take a picture of him. Well, the hard part was over. Now for the satisfying part. I put my hands around his neck.

" Girls aren't toys sweetheart. It's such a shame you can't make up your wrong doings," I said as he watched me in sheer horror and pain.

"Please no. I'm sorry," he pleaded crying.

"I forgive you," I said sighing,"But everyone has to leave this earth. Some earlier than others. Like you."

"Please, please don't do this," he started to beg. Too bad I don't have compassion.

" I'll tell all your lady friends goodbye for you," I said with a fake sympathetic smile.

"Nooo-"

I twisted his neck hearing the satisfying snaps of his bones. I let go of him and he fell limp to the ground with a thud. Wow! His neck is so out of shape. I did a good job. I walked down the room and down the stairs and back into the party crowd. I was so ready to leave this crusty musty smelling place. I left through the back door stabbing smokers as I walked. They were gonna die anyways. Just fastening the process. As is stepped outside, I saw that same woman hoe kissing some dude with blond hair. Well I know that green haired dude isn't going to dye his hair so quick. See? What did I tell you? She's a hoe. Now I can't let the poor green haired dude get all walked over on by some stank cheap how. I had to do what should be done. For the sake of humanity. I walked up to them and pulled the thing by her hair.

"WHAT THE HELL!" she shouted.

" You little cheating hoe," I sneered. The amount of times I called her a hoe will add up to about 1 million in cash.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said smirking. Now I'm feeling even more than ready to kill her.

I snapped the guy's neck and turned towards her. Her eyes widened in fear and realisation.

"You're the reason people are dying without a trace of evidence on who did it," her voice trembled as she backed up.

I widened my eyes in surprise and joy. She knows who I am. It's so sad that someone who knows who I am has to die....Not!

"Just because you know who I am, I'll make it pretty quick," I said smiling.

She tried to scream but I lunged forward and stabbed her in her neck. So that's how I ended up staring at a dead woman. I threw my gloves in the river near the bar. You thought I didn't have on gloves. What's the fun if they find me easily. I left a note on the woman's body saying:

This path I walk,

This path I own,

Won't be long as it was before,

For using the same path again will be boring,

And what's the fun in that?

The letter was neatly folded and rested on top her body. I walked away from the club. 3 major kills. A lot of minor kills. Now the people I kill aren't innocent. The first one for the night he was a human trafficker. The second one was a rapist. The third one was a cheating prostitute. So I do my research and according to their Facebook they were going to the club. I wasn't always like this. I was a nice city girl but people just turn you into something you never wish to become.

Flashback
"Every time you miss I'll slash a tiny piece of your skin," said my father.
By now I was scared. My own father will cut me if I don't get the shots on point the dummy. It's been going on for a few years now and the police has never been able to investigate it. So here I am, in some sort of warehouse practicing to use a gun cause my skin depends on it. Literally! I shot the dummies as best as I can with 30 shots. Each hitting the middle. My mother then came out with her whip.
"WHY ARE THE DISHES NOT WASHED?," she yelled.
"Dad was training me to-"
Don't bring me into this," he said. The sneaky bastard.
I'm fed up of my parents. All their abuse and horrid words. This needs to end.
"Don't worry Mom, I'll wash them," my evil sister said smirking at me.
I've had enough of them. I'm done. As my mother raised the whip I quickly grabbed the end and wrapped it around her neck and pulled the hardest I can strangling her.
"Nooo! YOU MONSTER!" my father screamed running to his dead wife. I laughed.
"That's what you made me, father," I said sneering the last word.
I then aimed my gun which was in my hand for the longest while to his heart. Even though we have a distance between each other I'm sure I'll get the clean shot.
"How's this for no miss," I said and fired the shot.
He fell to the ground and my sister ran to him screaming. She looked up to me with wide eyes of fear knowing she's next.
"Goodbye, sister dearest," I said faking sadness and shot her in her head.
She fell to the ground and the everywhere smelt like blood. I dropped to the ground covering my face. I just killed my family. Oh well. I got up smiling because I'm finally free. I jumped over the fence barricading next door from our yard.
"Dwyane," I yelled to my boyfriend of 3 years.
He came outside and saw my condition.
"It's alright," he said understanding.
He knows of my weird killing spree. He knows I killed my family. He knows everything. He knows me. He's he only person I trust the most.
End of flashback

I walked to my house. My best friend Rose waiting there. So innocent. But innocence is always ruined. Sooner or later. Everyone dies eventually. As I said before. Some earlier than others.

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