I Wish You Could Just Die

Chapter One - Stalker

            Why is it long, blonde, bouncy hair is such an expectation for a woman like me? Why is it that it always comes down to that one so called "flaw" when you look at someone? Then again, no woman is perfect. A Preference is a preference, it is as simple as that. So how has flowing flaxen follicles become such a crucial part of becoming the perfect woman? I don't have a problem with women that fit this description. How can I blame anyone for genetics? This trend was started by men. Men like James here, who is currently lovingly gazing into the eyes of my Mossberg 500.

"Repeat what you said right now!" I scream at the disgusting little worm writhing on the floor. "You shot me in the fucking leg you psychopath!" he cries out in agony. "You have another one. Now repeat it or you can say goodbye to righty!" I say gleefully and turn my gun to his right leg and rack the slide. He continues to scream out for security, who I drugged beforehand. This has been going on long enough. I smile as I shoot this scumbag in the head.

James Wheeler, age 45 around 220 pounds of pure beef. I can see why is wife was pissed about him fooling around so often. You bag a guy like James who is successful and well, a complete knockout, and he turns out to be just another pervert with an eye for young girls. I can't believe he bought the whole small town girl who needs a friend act! What a sap!

My cell goes off and, it's my boss, wonderful "A shotgun? Are you insane?! Do you have any idea for the mess that- "I sigh and cut the annoying bastard off "Look, just come clean this up, will you? I have shit to do!" I hung up and headed outside. Time to get home and wash off this...mess.

My friend Cathy just texted me asking about how my date went. I told her how that cunt said "You would make a hot blonde." Like what the fuck does that mean? She tries to tell me it was just a statement. Like hell it was! I did not overreact! He was an asshole plain and simple. He made this job easy and believe me being a hitman in anything but easy!

A black car comes up in front of me and I get in, there is a change of clothes in the back. It's going to be a long ride back to my apartment so I might as well change. "Hey, honey! Looks like they sent me a cute one!" He stayed silent just like the others. Drivers are not allowed to speak. Not like he could anyway. Their tongues get cut off.

I'm just happy took the hard route. I have always had a thing for manipulation. Deceiving and killing men have always come so easy. Having a body that doesn't quite damn sure helps. I like what I do. I like killing. It is as natural as breathing for me! Everything I have done in my life has been for the hunt! The workouts, the classes, even the research! I can read a man just by looking at him.

I miss my apartment; Bear must be starving by now! My damn neighbor is so damn useless! Whenever I ask her to watch my apartment she doesn't do shit, she keeps asking me if I have a boyfriend and saying that she has a son around my age. That Old senile head case won't shut up about him. I have enough men in my life bitching at me I don't need another.

I'm 24, I don't need a house wife. What I need is a damn drink. I get out of the black van and head up to the 4th floor and unlock the door to my apartment. I freeze at the sound of bear barking. Are you fucking kidding me? I don't want to move again! I just got my wifi set up! It has only been a month! "Don't bite me ya dirty lil rat! I came to feed ya!" I put my gun away, an assassin would have been careful to not make any noise and I'm certain he would not feed my fluffy.

"I'm home!" I yell, and as always my little teddy bear comes running to me. I pick him up and hug him. A strange man comes around the corner and smiles at me. "Hey uh, I'm ya neighbor's son. I came here to feed the dog." Speak of the got damn devil. He speaks while looking at his hands. He is an antisocial virgin. He looks like he does not talk to many girls. I put bear down "Sorry, I heard the struggle. He does not like intruders. My name is Coralie nice to meet you!" I smile and hold out my hand. He flinches but he shakes my hand, "I'm Elijah it's a...nice to meet ya ma'am." Gross he just ma'amed me like I'm old. Why is this pitiful virgin still here? "Thank you for watching the place while I went on that trip." I walk over to the door and he sits down on my couch. Damn it looks like he can't take a hint.