Secrets In The Shadows

Orion

I stare up at the two story house, dressed in all black with my duffle bag over my shoulder and my mouth mask raised. The master bedroom light is on. I made sure to give them enough time to finish their pleasuring of each other. I walk up to the front door and check underneath the brown, faded welcome mat. 

A silver house key lies underneath it. Just as I thought it would. Humans are so predictable. I grab it and put it in the key hole. I turn it, grasp the doorknob, and quietly let myself inside Charles Wilson's home.
As I enter, I remind myself that I can't forget to grab the bouquet of white roses I have hidden behind the house for my love.

I stand in the threshold for a second, surveying my surroundings. To my left is the kitchen, to my right is the living room, and right in front of me is the stairs leading to the second floor.

Leading me to them.

I ascend the stairs slowly, careful not to let any of them creak under my feet. As I near the top landing, I hear loud and heavy breathing coupled with female moaning/ whimpering and male grunts along with derogatory phrases.

I roll my eyes at her over use of begging and pleading. Her acting may be bad but I can detect true pleasure and lust in her voice. Quickly, before I overhear any more of this show, I ascend the stairs and look for the bathroom.

I find it, on the left side of the hallway near the bedroom door. I enter it silently and step behind the shower curtain as quietly as I can. I sit in the tub and take off my duffle bag. I unzip it and pull out a .357 Magnum Revolver.

I cock it back to make sure all six rounds are in place. I spin the chamber before locking it back in line. I grip it tightly in my left hand.

Now all I have to do is wait

The bathroom door opens and shuts. The faucet turns on, water running. The asshole's actually washing his hands.

I peek through the curtain to see Charles Wilson, washing his hands. I stand up, carefully and slowly. I take a stance and hold the gun with both hands. As I see his silhouette shaking off his hands in the sink, I cock the gun back.

I take a breath. Then another.

Then I shoot.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The bullets fly through the curtain and aim their target. Charles falls to the bathroom floor with a thud.

I grab my bag and  step out of the shower curtain and look at him. Blood quickly pools underneath his corpse. I put the gun back in the bag and take out a knife. As I'm twirling it, debating on where I should stab Quesa, when I hear her voice.

"Charles? What was that noise?" I hear the bed creak as she gets up. The floorboards creak as she descends down the hallway and soon she's in the bathroom doorway looking at the carnage.

She lifts her head up and we make eye contact. We stare at each other for what seems to be forever until she splits it down the hallway in just her underwear. I get up and run after her.

As we near the staircase, I reach my hand out to grab her by her hair when she suddenly trips, and I watch almost in slow motion as she takes a nosedive down the stairs.

Thud.

I stare at the bottom of the staircase in disbelief. Did....did she really just fall down the staircase? I get over my initial shock and quickly descend the stairs.

Once I arrive at the bottom, I look at Quesa. She's on her back, her limbs at an awkward angle. As I bend over her to see if she's dead or not, her eyes snap open locking with mine before she opens her mouth to scream.

I act quickly.

I stab her straight in the heart with the knife still in my hand. She lets out a sigh before her eyes glaze over. Dead.

I stand up and run a hand through my hair. Well, this isn't how I wanted you to die but I'll take what I can get.

Now, time to get you two in your attire.

I bound up the stairs and back in the bathroom. I step over Charles' body and grab my bag from the tub. I kneel beside him, careful not to kneel in the pool of blood.

I unzip the bag and pull out what I need for him. I pull out multiple pieces of clay  morphed into arrows, roses, hearts, a crown, and a temple. I also pull out a chisel and a mason hammer. I get to work, starting with placing a crown on his head.

I gently lay his head back down. Next, I scatter the pieces around him in various places. And finally, I pry his hands open and place the chisel in one hand and the mason hammer in the other. I zip my bag back up and take a look at my masterpiece before heading down the stairs to dress the other one. 

I look at her, scantily clad in red lingerie, hickies covering her neck and chest. I debate on if I should dress her or not since she already looks the part of a seductress.

I decide not to and pull out what I had as a plan B. I pull out black and white photos of them meeting at places around the city, them getting handsy in his office, having sex in his bed, and loads more.

With a flourish, I throw them in the air and watch as they land on and around her. I head towards the back porch, grab the flowers, and make my way towards my love's house. 

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I arrive within seconds, standing at her porch with a bouquet white roses clutched in my hands. I stare up at her house, at her bedroom window.

I picture her in her bed, hair on her pillow like a halo, sleeping peacefully. I picture her in her PJs. She seems like she would own special PJs.

A smile appears on my face. I smell the flowers before setting them down on their front porch. I look up at her bedroom window once more before leaving the front porch, walking down the block.

Just a couple more, and we'll be together forever my love.

Just a couple more