Game of Death

7

   I walk into the bar and take a seat. I simply plan on waiting for my next victim to walk up to me. Someone walks up and stands behind me. I don't need to turn around to tell that he is there. "What is a sexy guy like you doing sitting alone?" I look over my shoulder to see a guy standing there. Okay. It seems he is gay. At least I can work with that. "Maybe I'm just waiting for the right guy to come along." His eyes light up at that as if he was expecting me to say I was waiting for my girlfriend or something. "What's your name?" "C-Christian." He stutters. Ha, he was nervous. "What's yours?" "Cole." I signal to the bartender to bring us two drinks. "Why don't you sit down?" He takes a seat next to me and we sit in silence. This could not be more awkward. I have no idea what to say. I think this is the first time I've ever been at a loss for words. I mean, what am I supposed to say?

 After he had a few rounds of shots I decide to get on with the plan. "Hey," I start, trying to sound as casual as possible so he won't suspect anything. "Do you want to come back to my house?" "Sure baby." He slurs. I stand up and have to pretty much carry him back to my car because he is just that drunk.I push him into the passenger seat, climb into the front seat and lock the doors. He starts rambling on about something but I honestly couldn't care less. I park the car out the front of my house and drag him down into the basement. He stumbles over to me and puts his hands on my waist. I shove him away and he falls to the ground, smashing his head against the cement floor. I pick up my knife and walk over to him. He is too drunk to realize what is about to happen to him. It's a shame really, it's so much more fun watching them panic.

  I climb on top of him so I am now straddling his waist. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me." He slurs but shuts up when I press the blade against his cheek. I move the blade further down, resting it at the base of his neck. He smirks at me, still too drunk to realize what is going to happen. I drag the blade down his chest and stomach, blood begins to pour out. I can see his heart beating in his chest. I look back up at his face and he is still smirking. What the fuck is wrong with this kid? I stand up, wiping the knife on my jeans. Why is he not screaming in pain? I really don't think he was that drunk. I fucking cut him open for Christ's sake. He is still alive but his breaths are getting shallower. As much as I want to let him bleed to death, I decide it's better to make sure he is actually dead. I walk over to him and crouch down beside him. "You were right, I just couldn't resist... killing you." I whisper in his ear before stabbing the knife down into his heart. His body goes limp and I stand back up. 

Dusting myself off, I head upstairs leaving the cleaning up for tomorrow. When I get up there I look around. I can't see Maggie anywhere, she must have gone out. I go to walk into my room but stop when I hear... Voices? I press my ear up against the door and listen closely. "...He went for it..." That's Maggie's voice. "...One month..." What is she talking about? "....I know, I know..." Who is she talking to? "...Had to improvise..." Is she on the phone? "...Trust me, this will work..." Who the hell is she talking to? "...I promise..." Just as I go to knock the door swings open. "Did you want something?" She snaps. "Uh, um, were you t-talking to someone?" Did I just stutter? I am Cole fucking Jefferson. I don't stutter. "Myself. You got a problem with that?" I shake my head and she storms out of the house. I walk into my room, lie face down on my bed and think about what just happened. Something tells me she isn't being completely honest with me.