|The Tourist|

«Prolouge»

Luke
"Hey! Hey!" A guy shouted, his thumb out as he walked backwards some on the side of the road.

I smiled and pulled over, leaning over to open the passenger side door.

The guy smiled and sat down, setting his bag down by his feet. "Thank you, I didn't think anyone would stop."

I just nodded. "¿Cuál es tu nombre?"

He furrowed his eyebrows before taking out a tiny dictionary and looking through it before answering. "Uh, Mi nombre es David. ¿Tú?"

"Luke. ¿Adónde te diriges?" I asked. He fumbled with the little book before biting his lip and looking up at me with a confused expression.

"Going? Um, I'm going to the beach? You know where the beach is? Beach?" He asks and annunciates his words while making hand movements. I just chuckle. I love messing with people.

"Beach? ¿Qué idiota de la playa?" I asked. He scratched the back of his neck and searched through the little dictionary again. He shrugged his shoulders, probably not sure of what I had said.

I drove further down the path, looking out the window to make sure there wasn't anyone around.

"Entonces, ¿estás aquí solo?" I asked and the guy looked at me with a dumbfound expression.

"Uh...English? Do you speak English?" He asks and I roll my eyes.

"Are you here alone? On vacation?" I ask and he shrugs.

"Well I wasn't supposed to be...but um yeah, I am now."

I nodded and smiled as the trees started to thin out. "You'll love the beach. Es muy bonito."

The man nodded and gasped as we pulled up to the beach. I smirked and parked the car at the edge. It was almost empty. Totally deserted.

"Thank you." He said and got out of the car.

"No problem. I was going this way anyway. You be careful now." The guy looked back and nodded.

"Usted sabe que es bueno para pagar a alguien por sus acciones buenas."

The guy furrowed his eyebrows. "Again. I, uh, I don't speak Spanish."

I nodded and smiled. "Be careful."

The guy nodded hesitantly and turned to walk down the beach. I smirked and parked the car, keeping it running as I grabbed my bag from the back seat.

I put my gloves on and grabbed the knife, twirling it slightly before jumping out of the car and following the guy quietly.

"Hey idiota! A couple bucks would've been nice." The guy turned and I quickly walked forward, cutting his neck with one slash before he clutched his throat and fell to the ground.

I emptied his pockets and bag for money before putting my fingers on his wrist to make sure he was dead.

I couldn't find a pulse so I quickly put his stuff in my pockets before setting the knife down and dragging his body into the bushes. I wasn't so worried about someone finding him, let them. They would never know it was me anyway.

I grabbed my knife, rinsing it off in the water before climbing back in my car and driving off.

"Dick." I muttered.