The Devils Angel

4th Chapter: A Friend In Need Is A Friend Indeed

And I thought petty emotions are annoying and irrelevant..
But sometimes the most irrelevant and nonsense  of things..
Are what's gonna get us the happiness we never thought existed..

"Wow, that was magical!" Ella breathed, still in a daze from listening to Mozart's water symphony. I can't help but feel a sense of happiness. Its been five days.. Five days since the last time her father raped her for the second time around. Five days since I've been sending her sister to the day care, five days of picking her up and getting her home. Five days of eating lunch with her.

And now here we are, I bought my Walkman and some cd with classical music. I told her that it will help her focus on studying. And now seeing her listening happily and relaxed made all my effort worth it. Everything with her seemed worth it.

Its Friday, and today was my killing day. The weather is good, the thunderstorm is approaching. My hands are shaking in full anticipation. Oh I just can't wait to slit Simeon's throat and make a barbeque pit of his ribs. My stomach grumbled at the thought.
After school, I took ella on the day care where her sister is. Then I drove them home.

"Dad hasn't been home, and I don't think he is now. My landlord told me how he cried last Tuesday, saying how stupid and bad he was. And that he needs some time alone." Watching her sighed in both relief and sadness made my body cringed. I have never really saw her happy.. I wanted to see that smile on her face and that sparkle in her eyes just like when I first laid eyes on her. I miss that Ella.

"I hope you  would call me if anything happens again.." I muttered.

"Don't worry about me toper, I'll be fine. Both emily and me will be okey. I promise.." I nodded weakly. I don't like seeing her walking away from me,even if it's just because she needs to go home. God, I'm crazy for this girl. And I'm not afraid to say it.

I got back to the car, I saw something out of the corner of my eyes...

Look at odds, its the man I was stalking for days.. Now what is he doing here? I know he doesn't live in this area, he is rich. So what Is he doing her at the slums. I crept out of the car and followed him.

A few minutes later, I was done. Simeon lay on the cold hard concrete in an abandoned parking building. Swimming in his own pool of blood. Such a beautiful sight, I wish is had my camera with me or I wish I could paint.. I promised mom I'd give her ribs, she wanted barbeque. I hacked him open in the most graceful way. Making sure every cut, every slice is flawless. I'm a perfectionist.

I keep humming my favorite song, the Carpenter's Close to you.. I know,I know..its too girly and romantic..but you see, the cheesier the song is the more unsettling it sounds.

I decided to take his head for my trophy his upper body minus the neck and his intestines or as I call it, his wiggles and his organs. I hate organs... They taste funny!
Especially the liver, it tends to get really hard to chew when over cooked. And as silly as this sound, I hate eating undercooked foods. Yes, its silly I mean I  am a crazy psychotic human eating  son of the devil who doesn't eat raw and undercooked foods. Yes, even vegetables. I don't eat lettuce and any greeny things without it being Blanche first. Just don't ask me why, I just like my food cooked thoroughly.. Okey?

I go home immediately, I work fast and right now I need a long bath.. I've been one hell of a busy man, all for a girl. My girl..
As usual, mom was so happy for the meat.

"I know how you hate the organs but darling, they taste good and you know its a waste to throw goods!!" She muttered. My mom is in her usual floral dress and a white apron, her blond hair in a pony tail and her green eyes sparkling. I sat, displeased by what she said. But I decided to shrug it off.