What is Death?

The Perfect Weapon

Chapter 8

“What the hell are you doing here? And stop looking through my bag!”

He dropped the bag on the bed while apparently chucking under his breath at me. The dude seriously pissed me off. “Sweetheart I don’t need your permission to be here. I can go wherever I want, whenever I want.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart.” I scorned.

“No can do. Plus technically I’m not going through your bag. The stuff was already spread out on the floor ready for me to look at.” His rusty eyes flicked around the room arriving at where I was standing. “What’s with that outfit and ridiculous short hair. It’s not tasteful for a young lady to have such short locks. But don’t worry Sweetheart, I still find you appetizing.”

The way he said “appetizing” sent a chilling shiver down my spine. “The woman who is letting me stay here gave me the dress, and I cut my hair.”

He scratched at his head. Puzzled for a moment. He didn’t seem to know who I was talking about. Then he had a revelation. “You mean that old hag who smells like she was boiled in a vat of perfume?

“She’s not a hag!” Old people were…well obviously old, but they weren’t hags. Generally elderly folk were nice people. That or crazy old bats.

Stein was sullen. He stood up from the bed. I was definitely, without a doubt, going to wash those sheets before I slept in it. If I even did. The floor was looking like a pretty good sleeping spot right now. “Why are you even here anyway? Did Khal send you to get me again?”

“No Sweetheart. I came for you by myself. I don’t like to be far apart from my experiments.” He took a step towards me. My instincts told me to run. So I whirled around planning to run out the door. Most likely screaming, as to alert the old lady. Maybe she would hear me and investigate, or even better call the cops.

I couldn’t even run out the door though. Stein had vanished and materialized in front of me blocking the exit. “You’re not getting away from me that easily Sweetheart.”

He brought up his hand to display the scissors that I had used to cut my hair. Twirling them around his fingers he grinned manically. A row of pointed teeth was revealed. I was pretty sure they weren’t there before, but his appearance had changed almost every time she saw him. From old and haggard to younger and improved looking.

Light flashed off the metal points and reflected in his eyes. Making him look like a maniac. “So since you’ve already cut your beautiful hair, should I assist you in cutting something else. A few scars here and there will make your complexion that much more dazzling.” He stopped spinning the scissors and opened them. Holding them open by the middle. “If that puny human you call Khalon can’t seem them, then it’s technically wont break my contract with him. I’ll still get my payment.”

My breath hitched. I didn’t see any way out of this deathly situation. I’d pray to God, but I didn’t see how much that would help me. I never seemed to be in his favor anyway. Hell even though I died I didn’t even get to meet the big guy.

“Don’t worry Sweetheart. This wont hurt. Ha, actually it will hurt. A lot.” I was paralyzed by fear. Only able to shake and hope that somehow I’d get out of this.

He stalked towards me. Slowly, calculating his moves. Seeing the best way to cut me up. There was a shout of pain, and for a moment I thought it was me. Then I realized that it was a man’s voice. I don’t have a man voice.

I stole a glance at Stein and he had dropped the scissors and was holding his hand. For some reason it was always his hand that got injured. His blood was a thick dark, nasty substance. It dripped down to the floor almost as if it was crawling away from its host. How I had not noticed how horrific his bleeding was before. Oh wait it was because I was in danger.