Sweet but Deadly (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1 : Shoot

Gore themes warning

Harley's pov

Look

Aim

Fire

The sound of the mans body as it slumped onto the ground echoed throughout the dark alley.

Then, I set the mans body on fire. The man had been The Vipers right hand man, I'm sure the leader is going to be very angry with me.

"Oh well, at least there's one less person trying to kill me." I told myself as I walked out of the alley, passing a rundown nightclub. The street I was going down now had no sources of light except the dim streetlight towards the far corner of the road, now security cameras or people around.

I enjoyed the chase of the whole situation, the joy of taking people's lives to piss someone off was quite amusing. Especially when their leader was one of your enemies.

I heard the glass breaking of something behind me, I turned around to be faced with a chubby man in a security like uniform.

"Who goes there?" He demanded, clearly frustrated that he had been asked to do something.

"Are you the guard that eats all the of donuts and falls asleep on the job?" I snickered.

"You're not the one to be asking the questions in this situation. Now ,who are you? " he yelled.

"I'm the one your mum offered to eat out for £10 last night. You should really think about getting new job, I don't think her spreading her legs and opening her mouth is doing a lot for you and your income of food." I teased.

"Look lady, I'm going to have to ask you to come with me, you've disrespected a very important security guard, such as myslef."

Time to play.

"Sure I'll come with you daddy, or would you prefer if I came for you?" I teased. He looked down, blush clear on his cheeks.

"Suck a waste of a pretty face. Except, you're not all that pretty." I tsked.

I slowly walked up to him, slowly leaning into his crusty lips. Then, I slid the knife from under my arm that had been strapped in with a leather-like bracelet, and plunged it into his neck.

I observed the way as the men reacted. First, his eyes widened and his hands flew to try and put pressure on the deep cut I'd inflicted into his neck. Secondly, he started to stumble, his face turning pale and his hands red as his blood painted them. Thirdly, he started to choke, the lack of oxygen clear as he fell to the floor.

I bent down beside him, checking for a pulse. It was very faint.

"Sorry love, this might hurt a bit." I admitted. I ripped open his shirt, then steadily, I began to drag my knife across his stomach, writing a poem.

I won't lift you up, I'll get you high,
I won't help you live, I'll let you die,
I'll keep you in the devils playground,
And push you off, of his merry-go-round.
The shadow.

The man was making gargling sounds, trying to speak to me. Probably wanting to tell me to stop, what a shame.

"Stop gagging you idiot, I can hardly understand what you're saying" I laughed.

I then stood up and walked down the road, leaving the man to die a painful death in the company of no one.

Perfect.