Clean

Prologue

Clean, thorough, and smart.
Her mind chants these three words over and over again as they go through her head, her own constant mantra. The feeling of her knife cutting through flesh brings her a rush of power, feeling strong as she cuts through muscle. Hazel eyes seemed to sparkle with life, as they roamed over her first victim of the month, who was currently tied down to the table their eyes wide with fear.
The location in which she had chosen for this particular kill, was located in an abandoned warehouse just outside of Lima Ohio. The area was secluded, dark, and the perfect place for any serial killer to go and have some fun with their victims. Her hands moving into her blonde locks pulling it back and tightly into a high ponytail. This was the blondes favorite part, dragging out the kill. While her victims lay there helpless, struggling to free themselves even when they know that their deaths are inevitable. Moving away from the table where the man lay, the killer slowly put on a pair of black rubber gloves along with a black plastic apron to protect her clothes from the blood that was bound to touch her. Her body turned back around, her eyes noticing the man begin to struggle against his restraints. A wicked grin seemed to plaster itself onto her features, as she slowly trailed her glove covered hand up his bare arm.

"Ah Mr. Smith, I was beginning to think that you just accepted fate. Considering you did not start to struggle till now," her voice lacked empathy, lacked emotion as her hand slowly moved towards his mouth removing the gag she had placed there.
Turning her head slightly she reached out pulling the rolling table, which contained all of her various objects for murder. Setting the gag down on the table she looked back over at the man before her, blindly grabbing a syringe off of the table. Her free hand trailing down from the mans cheek towards his neck, quickly finding his pulse point. The blonde smiled widely, feeling the mans pulse race beneath her touch. At a torturing slow pace the killer moved the needle towards his neck, tilting her head her eyes connecting with his old brown ones, and forcing her eyes to feign sympathy. Her fake sympathy only seemed to make the man before her feel as if she might actually let him go, hope in his eyes...
That was until she could no longer fake it letting out a stiff giggle as she shook her head and spoke, "well that was fun. But enough with the giggles, I have to get to work."

She paused, loving the feeling of control that she had over the man, slowly she inserted the needle into his vain; making sure as to not push in any of the liquid.

"Before I start do you know why you are here?" Her voice was gentle, even slightly calming.

"Help!-" He tried to scream.

"No, No Mr.smith." She scolded wagging her finger at the man.

She covered his mouth with the hand that was not currently holding the syringe. The blonde laughed which seemed to bubble around the two of them, echoing through out the warehouse. As her laughter died she glared at him her hazel hues almost glazed over, as if she got pleasure from his fear.

"Of course you don't know why you're here Mr.Smith. I mean common, you're a decent guy who just showed up at the wrong place at the wrong time." She paused as she nodded his head agreeing.

The killer continued, "you go to church, take your kids to school... Hell you're even loyal to your wife unlike most men."

Slowly the blonde removed her hand from his mouth.

"Please-please let me go, I have a family," the man pleaded.

"Oh I know Mr.Smith, I've been watching you for weeks."

"Why?" His voice quivered, and the blonde just simply smiled at the bald man.

"To be completely honest, you Mr.smith were totally random. Just a toy to quench my hunger, the need to kill," with that being said the blonde slowly pushed the propofol into Mr.smiths system.
He struggled but in only a few moments he stopped and his eyes slipped shut, as the blonde grabbed her knife and got to work on the drugged man.

Half an hour later, Mr. Smith was in pieces contained in a double bagged black trash bag which also held stones to help sink his body to the bottom of Winona lake. Taking off the black apron and the rubber gloves, putting them in a separate plastic bag. The killer cleaned her mess, making sure that there was no trace of a crime to be found.

The blonde packed up her supplies along with the bag containing the apron and gloves, all going into a red duffle bag that read, "property of McKinley high school ."

Finished for now and content with her work, the killer turned off the lights smiling to herself, every kill made her feel alive; there was a sort of rush to it. Knowing that to other peoples standards that what she does is wrong, filled her with joy. But to every killer what they do, what she does is completely and utterly normal. The killer knew though that she was a monster, a means to an end. She won't stop, simply and for one reason only; she was having way to much fun. With that one simple thought the blonde grinned looking down at her watch, noticing that it read, "10:45 pm."

She shrugged smiling as she whispered, "it is a school night after all... guess I should head home."

Looking down at the bag in her right hand which contained Mr.Smith, "don't worry Mr.Smith you'll be without me soon enough."