The Sweetheart and The Murderer

- Anything For Felicity

The murderer slid across the wall of "Heavenly Flowers" flower shop. He pulled out the knife that was in his pocket and held the blade away from his face. He was waiting for someone. Someone important. Someone that could change his life. And it was all because of the knife.He could hear her coming. Now was the time to reveal himself. He raised the knife above his head and jumped out from behind the all-too-happy flower shop.

The woman stared at him in complete disgust. She had blonde hair and wore a purple minidress, while her arms were covered in a long jacket. She took out a lipstick and began slathering on layer after layer in front of him. He watched her in awe, she was so perfect. The only reason such a beautiful woman would want to even make eye contact with him, was that she had some dirty work that she could not possibly do herself. The dirty work meaning, killing people. She would pay him in good clothes and a so-called "romance". Once he had done everything she wanted, she would discard him like a used tissue. The fact he even thought she might even slightly like him, made her want to howl with laughter. Oh, please.

"What do you want me to do today, Felicity?" he asked eagerly. He would do anything for her.

"Ah. James, I wish for you to kill two people tonight. My Aunt Cordelia and my cousin Rhona," she told him and then to add the metaphorical icing to the metaphorical cake, she smiled sweetly. That would do it.

"Yes, Felicity. Anything, my darling."

James plodded down the street, his knife at his side. Felicity was the best. She was the greatest girlfriend (and quite possibly the first) he had ever had. He smiled to himself. He couldn't believe she actually loved him. Then, he focused on the task she had given him. He opened out the map she had given him with all the people she wanted dead. It didn't take him long to find their house. In fact, he was standing right in front of it.

Once he was gone, Felicity laughed. She laughed a laugh that made her shake. She laughed a laugh that hollowed her heart out even more. She laughed a laugh so thick with evil, it made the bodies in the nearby graveyard stir. Oh, how easy it was to manipulate this homeless freak! She began to walk down after James, she wanted to see this. Felicity hated her aunt and cousin, they were the stupidest people she had ever met and quite possibly, the nicest. The trouble was, they were just too nice. They were pathetically nice. She couldn't wait to be rid of them. They had caused her much annoyance.

James brought his knife insecurely to his chest. Should he really be doing this? Yes, anything for darling Felicity. But why did she want them dead? He was watching them both together now through the window and they seemed harmless. There were a lot more people there than he'd hoped. He was going to have to kill everyone now. They were laughing and chatting, sipping Coke and eating Doritos. They were the exact family James had always wished for. James felt uneasy. But, he decided that he was going to go through with it. After all, anything for Felicity.

Felicity watched him through the bushes. Why wasn't he doing anything? She expected a bloodbath! She had known that there was a get-together tonight and had politely refused her invitation. This meant that she could be done with James more sooner. She wanted everyone on the map dead and the remaining people were all just sitting in that house, just sitting there! How hard was it to kill a dozen people?!

He took a deep breath and tiptoed to the door. He tried the handle. Perfect. It was unlocked. Then he realized how imperfect that was. How many people were in there? A dozen? He was going to have to kill everyone, leave no witnesses. He raised the knife slightly and stepped through the door.

Felicity let out a gasp of delight. He was going to do it! She tapped her cheek with her index finger, smiling insanely. She crawled out of the bush and tiptoed to the window. She could see James standing by the living room door. Any minute now, she thought.

James sucked in breath desperately. In. Out. In. Out. He held the knife up above his head and entered the room. There were a dozen people in there, one maybe being a child of... three? He couldn't do this. No. He just couldn't. You can, a voice in the back of his mind said. Anything for Felicity. He stamped on the shiny, wooden floor to make them aware that he was there. This was it.

Ooh, what was taking that man so long? She had a desperate longing to see them all die. She hated every single one of them. With a passion. She sat, trying not ot scream and rip her hair out with frustration. Hurry up! Felicity glared at James through the window. She dug her fingernails so hard into her left hand that it bled.

He leapt into the centre of the room and held out the knife threateningly. They all stared at him with such shock and terror, that it made his heart ache and he had to look away. Why was he doing this? Why was he killikng innocent people? Because Felicity had asked him too. Anything for Felicity. She was the ice of his cream, the hot of his chocolate. Anything for Felicity. Absolutely anything. James lifted the knife and closed his eyes. He spun around the room like a tornado, knocking things, breaking things, killing things. He opened his eyes after the screams had ceased. All that was left was a terrified three year old, staring at him with big blue eyes.

Yes. Yes! Felicity squealed. They were gone! Every single one of them! Hang on. Diamond, her aunt's daughter was sitting there in the mess of blood. No! The work had to be finished! She watched as James stared at Diamond helplessly. No! He was going to give in! Felicity jumped to her feet and stomped up to the door. If he wasn't going to finish this, she would!

James felt awful. He had just killed this little girl's family! He stared at her, not sure whether to apologize or to run. Suddenly he heard the front door slam open. Oh no. It wasn't the police was it? James stared at the door, his mouth moving, but no word's forming. The "living room" door opened slowly and he saw Felicity walk in. He smiled, she must be happy with his work. When the smile wasn't returned, he wondered what he had done wrong. He glanced at the little girl. She stared up at him, like a frightened puppy. What have I done, he thought.

Felicity snatched the knife from his grasp, giving him a nasty gash on his hand. James yelped in pain. Felicity let out one of her hollow, evil laughs. James shivered. He glanced at the little girl again and Felicity caught him.

"Nice family evening, hm, Diamond?" she said menacingly.

Diamond shrunk backagainst the bloodstained cushions of the former sofa. Felicity laughed, this time one single note, perhaps a signal that she was happy with Diamond's response. Then, all at once, she lunged at her, screaming and laughing, with... joy? James' stomach turned over. Oh my gosh, he thought. How did I not see that? He watched as Felicity finished with Diamond and turned to him. Blood had spattered all over her purple minidress. Her breath came in little rasps and a slow smile spread over her face, menacing and threatening. She dived into James, knocking him onto the floor. She slid the knife down his cheek, making it gush with blood. Then a final blow to his heart and he was done. His last thought, as she still captivated his soul with her wonderfulness was: Anything for Felicity. He was no longer a homeless man, not even a well-dressed homeless man, he was just... dead. Felicity jumped up and screamed in triumph.

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The neighbours heard the screams and called the police. Being on the other side of town and the journey taking about half an hour, the police left straight away. They arrived to hear blood-curdling shrieks and eerie, echoeing laughs. The neighbours must be scared stiff, thought the chief. Him and his team ran up the front steps and burst through the door. The laughs and screams grew in volume. The chief opened the living room door, as that was where the sound seemed to be coming from. In the middle of the room, sitting in pools of blood and piles of body parts, was a woman, maybe twenty-two or three, her dress ripped and soaked with blood and her name was Felicity.