Secrets In The Shadows

Orion

Its 12:01 which means its officially November 6. Which means the kill can finally begin. And I've already picked my first victim. I walk up the pathway to her house and ring the doorbell with one fingered glove.

I shift the bag I brought from  shoulder to shoulder, anxious and excitement coursing through my veins. I ring the doorbell again. She has to be home. She has to. Suddenly the door opens and I'm face to face with her.

Ashley Reynolds stands in the doorway with an annoyed expression on her face. Her blonde hair is down and she's in a purple silk see through pajama top. Only a purple silk see through pajama top...if you don't count the matching red set of bra and panties. What a slut.

It doesn't take long for her face of confusion to twist into one of disgust and suspicion. "What are you doing here?" she asks me with her voice full of venom.

I place a sheepish smile on my face and scratch the back of my head. I let out an embarrassed laugh, "I missed the bus ride home and my phone is dead and I remembered you lived around here so I was wondering if I could use your phone real quick?".

She looks at me in disbelief and exasperation. I can tell she's about to close the door so I blurt out, "please it'll just be real quick I'll promise".

She lets out a groan and opens the door wider to let me in. I smile and enter the house, shutting the door behind me. "Follow me" she says and walks into the kitchen. I look around her house. The walls are decorated with art and family photos of Ashely, her mom, and her step dad and stepbrother.

"Its a shame what happened to Huntress isn't it?" I ask, wondering what her answer will be.  The whole school heard about it because a teacher works part time at the hospital and she heard about my angel's condition.

We're in the kitchen now and she holds a cordless phone in her hand as she leans against the counter. She raises an eyebrow and scoffs at me. "So she fainted so what? She deserves it after she punched me.  She's probably anorexic and threw up too much and she fainted. Not like it would do her too much. She'd still be the fat pig she was" She holds the phone out to me.

My hands grip the strips of my bag tighter and tighter. How dare she say that about my Queen. She's the fat one not my love. I was in the lunchroom today and I saw Ashley get taken down by my angel. But now, standing directly in front of her, the only evidence there is of Ashley getting punched is a black eye. Damn skank deserves more damage than a black eye.

And I will gladly be the one to cause said damage

I make a tch sound. "I don't think she was...anorexic she probably just fainted from the heat of the sun". I clear my throat. "Do you think you can get me a glass of water please?". She glares at me and lets out a huff. She sets the phone down and grabs a glass and starts filling it with water, her back towards me.

I set my bag down on the floor and pull out a hammer. I hold it like a baseball bat. "Where are your parents?" I ask, my voice laced with a  casual tone.  She lets out an annoyed sigh, "not that its any of your business but they're at a cocktail party, won't be back until later today. Here". She turns, glass in hand, and drops it with a gasp.

Glass shatters and I strike. I swing the hammer with as much force as I can into the side of her head. She falls to the floor. I let the hammer fall to my side, blood dripping onto her floor. She groans and opens her eyes. They're terrified and watery. She tries to speak but coughs up blood.

I go to my bag and get out a piece of twine. "You deserve to die you know?" I say as I walk over to her. Quickly, I straddle her on her back and grab her hair, tilting her head back and exposing her neck.  I wrap the twine around it and pull with both hands. She lets out a breath of chocked air and tries to get her fingers underneath the twine.

I've never understood why strangled victims do that. Try to get their fingers underneath the rope. Its just not plausible.

I pull harder and whisper into her ear,  " Don't worry Ash...you're dying for a much greater cause....eternal true love". Her body soon goes limp. I untangle the twine and turn over her body. I check her pulse. None. I bring my head to her chest, listen for a heartbeat. None.

Satisfied that she's dead,  I get up and put the twine in my bag and clean off the bloody, hair mattered hammer with a dish rag. I'll do more to it when I get home, right now I have work to do. I put the hammer back in the bag and pull out condoms, makeup, and a bottle of champagne.

I get out a tube of shiny red lipstick and go over to her, kneeling by her. I rip open her top down the middle.  Uncapping the lipstick, I start drawing a circle around both of her bare nipples, which are starting to harden from being exposed to the cold air in the house. I flick one just because I can and smirk.  Then I make an arrow starting from the middle of her chest and ending just above her vagina, pointing to it.

I then paint her lips and cap the lip stick. Next, I pull out red nail polish and begin painting each  finger and toe nail, blowing on them to dry. I put both the lip stick and nail polish back  and take out blush. I add just a little color to her cheeks.

I stare at the eight condoms I have in my hand, debating on weather or not I should have them open and spread out around her, or spread them around her still sealed.

I decide and spread them around her still sealed. For a final touch, I pop the cork of the champagne and pour two glasses. One full and one half full to make it look like she had someone over. Finally finished, I do a survey to make sure I haven't left anything behind. All clear. I collect all of my things, including the now corked champagne  and put them in my bag.

I walk out the front door, leaving it unlocked. I walk down the street towards the bus stop, humming a tune. A hunting I will go, A hunting I will go, I'll pick them off one by one,so  Huntress and I can have some fun and finally be free to run, A hunting I will go.