My Killer Girlfriend

Chapter 20

Here it is. 3018 Denwood Lane. I'm gonna be honest it looks like a crack house. What the heck was Lexi doing hanging a place like this. The widows are all smashed with trash bags and boards replacing them, and the outside is littered with trash.

I walk up the shallow steps to the wide-framed door. I stop and knock. No answer. I don't know why I thought there would be at a place like this. I turn the knob give the door a light shove, it pops open.

The smell is what I notice first, it is an ungodly mix of blood and sweat, the stale air fills my nose, and makes me gag. After I get over my initial disgust, I walk further into the building. It is filthy and I become aware of several large blood splatters on the walls, and a few stains on the floor.

"Stanley?!" I shout, sounding rather timid. No answer. I make my way up the creaky old stair way, careful not to put all my weight on them. As I reach the top, I notice several strange things. First, the upstairs is unnaturally clean, the floor is washed with absolutely no stains, as are the walls, and not a single item seems out of place. The second thing I noticed, was a small door, about half the size of a normal door.

I wander around the upstairs realizing how wildly unprepared I am for a place like this, no weapon, no money, nothing. I check each room cautiously, yelling quieter now. I hear a door swing open and and and something Sprint toward me growling. I turn around and prepare for anything I might see. I'm not prepared.

"You are messing up my floor! I spent all day cleaning, and you think you can just come in here and bring the dirt with you?!" A deep, raspy, voice yells at me. I am intimidated at first, and then i find the source of the sound. "Oh please tell me you aren't?" I say pleading. "Stanley, yeah that's me! Who wants to know you overgrown pig!?"

Standing in front of me is a gangly, awkward, deformed midget, half dressed and dark eyed. I almost laugh out loud, he can't be more than three feet tall, but I compose myself. "Nice to meet you Stanley, my name is Luke." I say politely. "Oh well nice to meet you Luke. You seem like a reasonable gentleman.". His tone completely changed and he even gave me what I can only assume was a smile.

"Well, I know we got off on the wrong foot, but I was..." I am cut off. "No you are the one with the wrong foot! Because you're the one with the dirty shoes on my clean floor!". He lunges at me unnaturally fast. I manage to avoid him, but he bites my shirt! He growls deeply at me and bites down, I flail, attempting to get him off me. "Get off you freak!" I scream. He let's go and looks at the ground.

He looks up at me with teary eyes and in a much tamer voice he says "I, I'm really sorry, it's just sometimes i can't really control myself, I relize you just didn't know, could you just, just...umm, take your shoes off please?" I stand there, my mouth gaped open, too confused to speak. "Please?!" He says getting angry again. I quickly slip on my shoes and motion to them.

He gather them up and puts them on the top stair. He walks up and begin chattering while leading me somewhere. "Luke, huh? The Luke? The only guy that looked the BU Butcher in the face and didn't cower in fear, but instead put his tongue down her throat. Gotta give you props kid that takes guts, you are lucky you still have that tongue attached. Maybe if you are lucky no I won't add it to MY collection."

I give him an uncomfortable look, and he laughs, making a wheezing sound. "I'm just messing with you kid...that's not what I collect." He gives me a wink. I don't even want to know. "Lexi says you can help me help her, how?" I say curious. "I'm what the criminal underground likes to call a Janitor, and I'm one of the best, as you can tell.". He motions to the room around us and then un-ironically brushes the smallest bit of dust off the nearby table. "They make messes, I clean them up. Lexi used to be one of my most frequent customers...then you came along.". His eyes narrow unevenly, but I can tell he is squinting at me.

"So how does that help me?" I ask, trying to get to the point. "Simple" He replies. "Since I'm one of the best, almost every psycho, scumbag, and teenage vandal comes to me to fix their mistakes. So if someone was setting up Lexi, I could tell from the change in their style." "But how did you know someone was setting her up?!". I narrow my eyes at the little man questioningly.

"I have eyes everywhere kid. Anyone I ever cleaned up for owes my their freedom, and I have enough dirt on them all to send them to prison for life...all except your girl of course, she didn't like loose ends, she wanted to live a semi-normal life, and she was leaving least and less for me to use if I needed to." He squints again. "So let's just say when this guy inevitably goes boasting to his sick friends about what he did, or he makes a mistake, I'll he the first to know."

"But why are you helping me? You don't seem to like me." I ask. "I don't.". His voice grows deep again, reaching almost straight up to put his finger in my chest. "You are bad for business." He calms himself. "But sweet Lexianne was the only one of all the clients I've worked with that ever treated me like a real human being. So as much as I don't normally do favors for anyone, and as much as I hate you. I am going to miss the Butcher just as bad as you. So if you want to get her back, you are going to put up with me for as long as it takes, and you are going to do what I tell you to do, and you are going to keep your shoes off my floor!"

He sticks his deformed right arm out to me. I eye him up and down, and weigh my options. The weird midget man may digusting and despise me, but he is my only hope of getting Lexi back. I reach out and shake his arm.