FLOWERS

Periwinkle

Lilly was a strange creauture. That was to say, she wasn't normal in the since that a person is. She had strange ticks that kept her working. Strange realities that made her work in weird ways. She didn't have morals or rules and she revelled in this fact. She didn't mind a bit of chaos, in fact it was one of the things that made her tick. And she loved to tick. She remembered a day when they had caught two teenage girls for their show. They had been a bit busy that week and realised that they were running late on getting a catch for that friday's episode. And honestly, missing a show was not a good idea in their situation. Zachery wasn't a fan of missed oppertunity. And they would be sorely punished for a mistake like that. She remembered seeing the two girls walking home from school and passing their front yard. They didn't seem too bothered by the world around them. In fact, they seemed quite happy. Lilly needed to make that change as soon as possible. She wanted them to hurt.

It was easy to ubduct teenagers. Most had kind hearts. Not really, but girls normally trusted other girls, so if she acted kind to them, then they wouldn't suspect anything. She remembered walking out of her house and "tripping" on her porch stair, stumbling and falling on the driveway pavement, and making sure to scratch her flesh to make it look as real as possible. The two teenage girls ran up to her fast to try to help her and she motioned for them to help her inside. They did so, not realising that Sam was on the other side of the door ready to snatch. Lilly grabbed the left and Sam grabbed the right. In a matter of a second, both girls were in the house without a sound, and the front door was closed. Like the house had eaten its dinner. Girls were great because they always had the best screams which made the best money. Whoever the creeps were who would watch the Funhouse, always payed extra for screams.

And Sam had really gotten into it, too. He was so energetic, so fun and theatrical. Lilly wasn't really sure where the spike of energy had come from, but as soon as the camera turned on and his clown mask went on, his entire energy changed. He was no longer Sam, he was... well, just not Sam. To be honest, Lilly found this new version sexy. She'd even ask him to use it when they were in bed, just to get the mood right. She loved seeing her butterfly leave his cocoon. Because his wings were beautiful.

And Zachery let them live well. He gave them whatever they needed. He gave them houses and weapons and cameras and all kinds of equipment. They had everything. The only trade was they had to catch their prey, which served difficult to say the least, but they got the job done. It helped a lot that the two of them were so attractive. No one could help but be interested in them. They gave off a vibe that made anyone comfortable, and wrongly so. Sam and Lilly didn't exactly have their wants in mind.

This had become their norm. This was thier flow. This was their home.

Lilly tended to feel bored in her life now. Not that there wasn't excitement that fulfilled her needs anymore, just that, well to state it bluntly, killing wasn't fun when it was planned. For Lilly, killing was her purpose, but doing it every week repeatedly was a lot like eating your favorite food for every meal. Eventually, it started to feel less like a craved experience and more like a chore. And killing in front of so many strangers that she didn't know, took the intimacy away. The only person she liked to kill with was Sam. Now she killed while thousands of people beat off to whatever peice of meat was on the menue that week. Lilly felt gross about it. Like someone going to a slaughter house, just to watch cows being killed for the fun of it... It made Lilly sick.

And Lilly knew she was hypocritical for this kind of thinking, but she didn't care. To her there was a right way and a wrong way to kill. This was the wrong way. And to think, she had been so excited for a job like this. Not anymore.

Luckily for the moment, there was something important going on to keep her mind off her issues.

"Your honor, my client would like to take a recesse for an hour. He says that he is hungry and would like to have lunch with his wife." Mr. Clark cleared his thoat as he finished his sentence and tapped his knuckles nervously on his table.