Kissable Assassin

Chapter 2

Do you feel like a man, when you push her around? Do you feel better now, as she falls to the ground? Well, I’ll tell you my friend, one day this world’s going to end. As your lies crumble down, a new life she has found.

He laughs at me and takes the blade in his own hand. It cuts into his palm before he flips it to hold the handle. Smiling, he cocks his head to the right, turning my own new knife on me. I instantly slam my back against the wall. I am petrified with solid fear. And he knows it. I know this, because he advances on me boldly and puts the knife to my neck. I'm too scared to say anything. I feel the cold side pressing onto my throat, but he doesn't cut my skin. He locks intense gazes with me. Then he drops the knife where it is and leaves my room.

I finish dressing, pocket my switchblade, and head out the door. Jayde and Chris are in the kitchen, talking in low-key voices. They don't even glance at me as I walk to the refrigerator and open the door. I grab a carton of milk and some cereal from the pantry. I sit at the same table they're at and eat my cheerios. They finally seem to register that I'm there and turn their attention to me. 

"Before we even think about that, we need to talk about your job," Chris interferes, "tonight. You're going to kill the man who murdered Austin. We found him." My head snaps upward. Anger flares through me like flames licking up and down my insides. Austin, the single person I could call a friend in my first few months here. Someone shot him in the leg before stabbing him six times in the neck. And when I found him in his bedroom, I sobbed my heart out. I don't cry anymore. I ran out of tears. Whenever I kill now, I think of Austin. Pretend that I was avenging him. He was the one who made Zac and Chris stop their 'aggressive negotiations' when he heard my screams. We were too deep in the woods for anyone else to hear them. 

Knowing that we'd found the murderer, I actually was anticipating the kill. My fingers squirmed in my lap, yearning to lock on the switchblade. Their faces looked the same as I assumed mine was. 

“Tell me more,” I darkly reply.

"He goes to the same club every Thursday. And you're going to get him drunk, find a private room, and do whatever you want to do before you give him a slow, painful death. Make sure you muffle his pathetic yelps and make sure he cannot escape. Then you can bring us his heart." Chris says maliciously with a dark look. After a moment of silence of exchanged glances, Zac walks in. I glare at him, but he laughs. 

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I don't even go to the mall. I'm digging out as much information about this man as I can. James Fredrickson. His picture displays a tall dirty blonde man with hard brown eyes. He worked at a bar on weekends and lived in an apartment. He was 26, ten years older than I. But he's probably screwed lots of girls half his age. The club he went to was The Midnight Swag, and every Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night. Chris had interrogated one of his friends after he suspected him. James was also a friend of the club owner, so he got in free. James was in debt of multiple people, had criminal records (none of homicide), and he's been thrown into jail for many reasons. Now he was going to be killed, and sent to the depths of Hell. I would see to it personally. For Austin. And for me. 

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Midnight Swag was indeed a strip club. Zac lied. But whatever. Strip club or not, I was going to kill James. I flash my fake I.D. to the prick at the door and enter the cloud of sweaty bodies and loud music. And I saw him in the corner, with a blonde or two pressed up against him. Disgusted, I stride over to him and shove the girls out of the way, seductive smirk plastered to my face. With my black lace halter and red leather shorts, he took me in, eyes filled with lust. With my painful five-inch heels, I’m still not nearly the height that he was drawn to. I bring my right leg up to his side, an invitation for him to grab my thigh and press himself against me as he runs his hand down.

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He's tied to a wooden chair with silver duct tape on his mouth. I pull my switchblade out of cleavage and run it down the side of his arm as deep and slow as I can. His bicep flexes and little sounds come from his mouth. I lean down and nip at his ear playfully before whispering, “Remember Austin?”

His eyes widen. Then I stab him in the leg. Just as he did to Austin. At the sound of his muffled scream, any barrier that held my anger at bay was released in following actions of uncharted violence. I cut a little more, to lengthen the slit to a size where I can manually manifest more pain. After dropping the knife at my side, I take my fingers and place them inside the stab wound prior to getting a good hold on the flesh and ripping it apart. Using any and all strength I could muster, the skin and muscle tears to open a gushing gash on his right thigh. His entire body convulses in undying agony, but my vengeful thirst is not yet quenched.

I dig my elongated fingernails into his left thigh, impaling the skin before dragging them the length to his knee. The surface flesh wound will sting unbearably. A solid kick square in the chest sends him and the chair backward, causing his skull to slam against the polished wood floor.

“They say I need your heart, darling. Mind if I take it? After all, you did take mine,” I muse as I pick up my switchblade again. His eyes scream his plea for death to fall upon him, and I take it upon myself to make it my mission to grant his wish. I find a space between two rib bones and whittle my knife between. It takes all of my 115 pounds on the hilt to provide enough leverage to send the bone springing through the skin of his chest and revealing his heart.

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"Did you do it?" Jayde practically screams before I even walk into the house. I hold up the heart. She snatches it from me in a blink of an eye and throws it into the dirt. Chris picks me up and spins me around in a celebratory embrace, an occurrence that I’d never experienced before. Zac smiles a genuine smile. This is the one time I wasn't disgusted with them for celebrating a death. I was celebrating too. It's a sick thing, but Austin was my salvation and James had taken him from me.

A thought strikes me- Killing James only...killed James. There is no way possible that Austin could be brought back. Yes, technically I 'avenged' his murder...but still. I mentally shake my head at the unwanted thought and smile with the other 3.