The Eyes of a Murderer (Watty Awards 2013)

Prologue

The back of a dumpster had never felt so safe. I peeked through the small hole as she stood by the wall, her back casually resting on the surface.

 She was waiting, patiently.

 Waiting like a snake ready to snipe at its prey.

 I struggled to keep my breathing quiet and even. My sweaty palms were brushing against an unknown liquid dripping from underneath the dumpster. But I could not move. She did not know I was there and I was positive she had the eyes and ears of the most skilled dogs.

Making a sound, would mark my death.

Footsteps marched down the dark alley.

I watched her face that betrayed no emotion and her still hands that never touched the silver weapon securely placed on her waist.

Was she even afraid? 

A strange looking man walked past the alley, holding his head straight in front of him.

"Slay." 

Her sweet voice echoed through the alley and hit his ear. He was momentarily paralyzed by her voice. He stood still, unable to move.

"Do we need to discuss you tracking me?"

 The nervous man was twice her size. He was dark with a slightly muscular body. I watched as she moved her hands down his toned arms. He tensed at her touch, but it was clear that this was her normal behavior. She manipulated them.

 All of them.

Did they know?

 She pulled him farther down the alley, out of the public view. 

"Why are you following me?" She asked, gently turning his face to hers. He avoided her eyes and looked at a garbage bag to the side.

"I'm not following you." His deep voice surprised me, but what surprised me more was the amount of fear his response held.

 She smiled and continued moving her hands up his stomach and down his chest. "Don't lie to me, Slay." She took a step closer to him, he didn't move back, just kept his eyes on whatever was to the left of his vision.

"Look at me." She commanded. He cleared his throat and stared at her lips. She gave a devilish smile. 

"You can't even look at me when you're lying." She gripped his chin with her small hands and forced him to stare in to her eyes.

I have never seen any man go weak like Slay did in this moment.

All his power had left his hands. She controlled him now. Her eyes captured his every attention.

 "Baby." She groaned into his ear.

He moaned in response, closing his eyes.

Her head rest against his and her hands roamed the front of his pants.

"Who sent you here?" Her calm voice sang.

Slay spoke as if he was out of breath. Her hands were distracting.

"Vulture." He murmured.

"Why?" I watched as she lightly bit his ear lobe, making him shiver only slightly.

"He wants you dead. I have to kill you."

 The girl laughed loudly before pulling back to look at him. Slays face was pained with want. How did she control the most dangerous men in New York City? The most cruel thugs, born gang bangers; they were all under the clutch of her fingers.

All except one.

"If he wants me dead, he should come and kill me himself. Don't you think?" She said with a bright smile. Slay's hand moved to an object I could not clearly see. Though his movement was subtle, she caught it without even looking at his hands.

She smirked and took a step back.

"Go ahead." She teased. "Kill me."

 Slay slowly pulled the gun from his belt and aimed at the mysterious girls head. Her hands raised to her hips and she looked at Slay amused. 

"Do it." She whispered. "If you don't kill me, he kills you. Right?"  

Slay swallowed and pulled back the hammer. As his finger moved to the trigger a swift kick collided with his hand and sent the gun flying across the street.

A deep grunt came from his throat.

"Did I break it?" The girl said playfully.

She laughed the most beautiful laugh. She was truly amused. "Leave, before I kill you myself."

 Slay bit down on his lip, holding his right wrist. Even from the dumpster I could see that his wrist looked strangely attached. The bone was out of place. She walked over to him and looked in to his eyes.

"Next time, I won't be so generous. Don't follow me around." She said coldly.

She walked away from Slay and picked up the gun across the street. I watched as she slid it in to her waist and pulled her leather blouse over it.

"Tell Vulture to come get me. If he sends anyone else after me, they're dead." She smiled before walking down the street and past the alley.

 "Just like old times!" I heard her nonchalant voice fading.