Pandoras Killer

IX

"So who is this person exactly?" Emma asks,

"I dunno, some chick I guess." I reply,

"So you don't even know her?" She raises her eyebrows at me,

"I'm just doing my job." I take a bite out of my apple and raise my eyebrows back at her,

"This isn't a real job. You don't write murderer on your tax forms or application forms."

"I don't get why you're acting like this, we've done this before."

"You don't even know this person!" She exclaims,

"So? It's a job, we're both getting paid."

"I don't want any money. I'll help you, but this is our last kill together."

"What! You can't do that!" I raise my voice at her,

"Why not?" She asks sarcastically,

"It's not fair." I mumble,

"And killing random, innocent people is?"

Night time comes around slowly, and all I can think about is what Emma said to me.
She can't leave me to do this by myself, I mean, I could easily do this, but it's more fun with her.
Oh well, one last killjoy together.

I put on my old black clothes and grab the backpack full of supplies, Emma is meeting my by the park tonight. Gee, this brings back some memories.
As I get closer to the park, I check my phone. There's a text from an unknown number.
Pella, short, blonde hair, will be sitting at the park bench

I look up and see a small blonde girl sitting on a bench. That'll be her.
Ever so casually, I walk up to her.
"You haven't seen a guy around here have you?" She asks,
"No sorry, there's no one else around." I reply,
"He must have forked out." She looks up from her phone, looking out towards the entrance of the park. Looking for a guy that was never coming.
I almost feel sorry for the poor girl.
Almost.
"Do you wanna hang with me for a bit?" I ask, hoping to seem like I'm not a murderer.
"No that's okay. You could be a murderer for all I know." She jokes,
"Haha yeah, I could be." I wink at her, wow she's so stupid. If only she knew.
Well, she'll know. But by then, it will be too late for her.
"Perhaps we could go for a short walk?" I suggest,
"Yeah sure, at least coming out here won't have been a complete waste." She half laughs, and I smile back at her.
I think it's a shame, we could have been friends if she wasn't going to die.
We walk around to the small pond next to the playground, and she just looks up at the night sky.
"It's such a lovely night..." she quietly says to no one in particular,
"It really is..." I trail off,
From behind the playground I see my accomplice hiding, she has a small needle with her.
What poison is it filled with?
Rat poison?
Insulin?
Blood?
I guess I'll soon find out. 

Emma walks up to us, the needle hidden in her sleeve, and makes eye contact with me. I subtly nod at her, I'm ready to do this. Before Pella can see, Emma hands me the needle. I don't get a chance to ask what is inside it, but I assume it will kill her. 

Without a seconds hesitation, I stab the needle into her neck vein, and plunge the syringe into the vial. But there's nothing in there, and all I can think about is how pissed off I am at Emma. I know she said she didn't want to kill this girl, but that is ridiculous. Now she knows who we are, and she'll tell the police. I'm screwed. 

But before I can get any madder at Emma, Pella starts to scream. I shove fabric into her mouth, to dull her shrieks. She falls to the ground, trying to grab her chest. What is going on?! After a minute or so, I reach down and check her pulse, it's gone.

She's dead. 

We killed her.

I smile. 

I turn to Emma, who raises an eyebrow in my direction. 

"Did you ever doubt me?" She smirks,

"Well I never usually do, but for at least thirty seconds I was." I smile back at her,

"Well," She flicks the top of the needle, "It's done now."

"But how did you even do it?" I ask,

She laughs, "Wouldn't you like to know?" 

I clap my hands together, "Well actually I would, but right now we should probably get outta here." 

Emma agrees with me, and then helps me pack up our murder kits. 

"Where are we going to put the body?" I ask,

"Somewhere where someone will find it." She casually replies,

"Uh, hellooo Emma. We don't usually like to put corpses on display."

"But she had a heart attack, she wasn't murdered." Emma innocently says,

"What do you mean?" I ask, very confused as to what is going on,

"That poor lady had a heart attack." She pretends to be shocked,

Then it all suddenly clicks, the air killed her. 

"The air went into her vein in the neck, and she collapsed after going into cardiac arrest." Emma takes joy in explaining, 

"Oh. Sounds like fun." I'm almost sad that she was in no pain, there wasn't very much fun in it. 

"But before she collapsed, she was in a world of pain." 

With that thought in my mind as I walk home, as smile creeps onto my face.

A whole world of pain. Just how I like it. 

As soon as I walk into the door at home, my phone buzzes from my pocket. I take off my gloves and check who has texted me. It's the unknown number, but reading the message fills me with joy.

"Very well done. Just as promised, your money will be mailed out to you tomorrow."

I have a quick shower, and as I wash away the dirt from the nights adventures, I plan which Pandora charm I will get tomorrow. My mind wanders to Emma, and how we won't be partners in crime anymore, the thoughts saddens me. We've done so much together, and we've done it all well. At least I won't have to share the money, I wonder what I can buy with all that cash... 

A new knife, a laptop, more Pandora charms?

Or a new partner in crime...?