Avenge him

Getting My Way

Murderers POV

"When does she get out of the hospital?" I ask Harold.

"Um, I really don't know?" He shrugs. I wrap my fingers around his neck and squeeze, cutting my fingernails into his delicate skin.

"Then find out." I say through gritted teeth. I let go and he gasps for breath. Quickly, he runs off.

I'm in my hideout with a cup of coffee in my hand. I set the coffee down on my counter and pick up a butcher's knife. The blade still had a tinge of blood coating the sharp edge. I use it to stir my coffee slowly and then turning around swiftly, I throw the knife. It hits my dummy punching bag square in the center of its forehead.

I smirk then grab my coffee and take a sip. The hot liquid filled my mouth. I swallow then grab my purse. Opening it is a my lip stick, and my gun. I take my lip stick out and re-apply.

I walk over to the punching bag dummy. The butcher's knife stuck out of the dummy's forehead. With one swift move, I take the knife out of the dummy's head, leaving a gaping hole and sand pours out of it.

Harold all the sudden comes down the steps.

"She's out of the hospital!" He croaks. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, clenching the knife tighter. Opening my eyes, I turn to Harold and smile, enjoying his discomfort.

"I have a job for you tonight."

****

I sit at the same bar stool of Bottles, filing my nails. A curly haired guy comes and sits by me.

"Hey, you're here a lot." He says.

I look at him and smile, "there's no place like home right?"

He laughs a little, showing his perfectly white teeth. "Well, let me buy you a drink. Then we can talk."

"Alright, but I know the bartender personally. So I will get him to whip up something extra special." I say grinning, this is too easy. Harold turns around and gets to work, while I continue to talk to the man.

Harold turns around with the two drinks, smiling, showing his yellow teeth.

I put up my glass and click it with his. "Cheers!" I grin putting the drink to my lips. I didn't drink it. I don't dare drink drinks that are not fixed by me. I stay cautious.

The pills worked like a charm, and he was hazy in no time. I put his left arm around my shoulder, and we walked out of the bar. People gave me looks as we walked out, but I just mouthed drunk to them and they nodded.

****

I ran my hand through the mans curls. He seemed to be coming back into consciousness.

"Rise and shine!" I chime.

"Who, where am I," he awoke.

"You, are in my hideout! Like it?" I ask with a wicked smile.

"G-get away from me! You're crazy!" He freaked out, shaking the chair he was tied to.

"I'm am not!" I say fake pouting. "You know, it's rude to call people crazy." I walk over to him in slow strides.

"It's not rude if it's true." He bites back.

"Has anyone ever told you your eyes sparkle when your angry." I lift his head to look into my eyes. "Are you single?" I ask.

He was a little taken back by the question, but answered anyway. "No, I'm married."

"Oh, it's a shame. You're kind of cute." I pause for a minute, zoning off, till I came back a few seconds later. "Oh well! Back to work!" I skipped over to the counter of knifes. Looking at all the knifes, I pick up the butcher's knife from earlier.

"Just let me go," he pleads as I walk over to the dummy from earlier.

"I can't do that," I say running my knife tip along the dummy.

"Why not?" He asks.

"Because that wouldn't be my way." I here a rustling noise behind me, then the sound of a chair falling over. He has gotten free. Swiftly, turning around, I throw the knife. Hitting him in the forehead, killing him instantly. Walking over to him, I pull the knife out of his head. It was covered in blood, and a pool of blood slowly grew around his head on the floor. I lean in real close to him, whispering I add, "And I always get my way."

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Hey guys! AbigailStone9 here! Sorry for the late update. Life had been a little busy, but we have plenty more chapters to come. So, I hope you enjoy! Song for chapter is straight for the knife by sia.

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