Don't Let It Get You

Number 4

Kailee sat at the gym watching people lift weights and run on the treadmill. She was a frequent visitor, and she was lucky to find that today's target would also be coming here.

"Ms. Connolly? We can take you in room four." The diet instructor, Daniel Calloway said.

His job was to tell you how your physical body improved from the first day you got here to your last. This would have been helpful, if the data wasn't secretly rigged.

It was also rather lucky that her next target happened to be him.

"How are you today, Ms. Connolly?" He asked.

His smile was rather fake, and she could practically feel him checking her out.

"I'm fine, thank you."

The key to making your targets feel safe is not to play dumb, but to act like you truly wish to be doing that mundane task at that specific time. It was aggravating, but the results were truly worth the pain.

"Now, if you look at your attendance chart you'll see that..."

Daniel droned off, obviously lying about her wonderful attendance record and working out hours. She knew for a fact that she only came of Saturday's for one hour of yoga. Nothing else.

The room they were in was also the intense workout room, with a rolling desk plopped right in the center. Giant balls, weights, stretchable ropes, and other exercising equipment had been pushed to a side.

Kailee had not brought a weapon for today's murder, for all the equipment imaginable had been layer out in this very building.

Killing him here would be rather easy, but it wouldn't be difficult for the police to catch them, and not as fun.

"Well, Ms. Connolly, time for us to go. If you need me to answer some questions, here is my cell."

He handed her his private phone number, hoping she would call him sometime and possibly become friends.

Not happening.

Smiling, she thanked him and left the building, putting the number on her current burner phone.

Five hours later, and the gym would close. She had placed some faux-puke in the opposite wing of the room she and her 'guest' would be in.

Calling Daniel's number, she waited for him to pick up.

"Hello, this is Daniel Calloway."

"Hey Daniel! I left something very important in there, and my membership has expired as of today so I can't go in. Can you help me out?"

"Oh yeah, sure! Wait a few minutes and I'll let you in!"

Disconnecting the number, Kailee threw the phone in the trash. Daniel pushed open the doors and let her in, and together they walked to the same room they had her interview in.

Once inside, she locked the doors behind her.

"What?" Was all he asked.

Grinning Kailee grabbed a dumbbell and some stretching rope. Daniel's eyes widened and he tried to speak, but stayed petrified in his spot.

"So, how many weights do we need you to lift to get you some muscular arms?" Kailee asked as she tied the stretching rope to the dumbbell.

"What the? Let me go, you you freak!"

In these kind of situations, people rarely find good throwbacks.

Laughing she wrapped the dumbbells around his neck and started the treadmill that laid untouched in the corner.

He was screaming now, but nobody would come. The janitors were too busy fighting over a fake wallet filled with hundreds of dollars.

Kailee was much stronger than him and it showed when she wrestled his screaming head onto the edge of the treadmill, where she secured it with some more stretching rope.

Putting it on the highest level, his screams turned into pleads for help and offers for money.

Finally, his head exploded as the weight crushed it completely. 

Leaving the scene, she rubbed blood off her hands.

In her house, she felt under her same desk for the notebook. With a simple flick, she scratched out the name Daniel Calloway.