Flash fiction collection

The killer plan

Sipping my ale, I squinted at the young woman seated beside me. She had been wearing a shimmering red miniskirt that failed to reach the lower part of her thighs. Her skin looked soft and promising, from what I could see.

And believe me, I could see almost everything. Well... almost.

Her red and black blouse boasted of concealing something marvelous within, and I could not help but peek at her exposed, well-carved cleavage. Resisting the urge to go further, I looked up at her face - the sharp nose that allured men, and the long eyelashes that batted elegantly.

Her dark hair was given liberty and let free. They tumbled down to her chest, which was the only barrier blocking me from an exciting view deep down. She carried an air of sexiness so rare that I sensed lewd eyes all over her.

Realizing that I had been staring, I dropped my look to my ale - what a contrasting experience! The ale no longer intoxicated me, now that my senses had learnt of something far maddening sitting right beside me.

My eyes darted back to her.

Tipping the tequila to her lips - those lascivious, little red lips - she threw a sidelong glance at me.

Catching her eyes, I smirked at her. "Hey, sexy."

She turned her concentration towards me, now that I had spoken to her, and smiled in an alluring way. "Hey, sexiest."

"You seem pretty popular," I noted. "All the men have eyes only for you."

"Do you?" she asked, putting down her tequila on the counter, astonishing me for a moment.

In a swift move, I put a hand around her, pulling her onto my lap. "What do you think?"

She chuckled, putting an arm around my neck for balance. And then, she put a fragile finger to her chin, as if in thought and looked down at me. "I'm uncertain." Her breath beat down on mine, and she inched closer without even realizing she did. I put down my ale at the counter and inched closer till our breaths mingled.

Pretty little actress!

Well, two could play at this...

I slowly but painfully ran my thumb through her cheek and farther down... till they reached somewhere private. Her grip around my neck tightened, and her breath came out faster.

Yeah, baby, yeah.

She was struggling to not let out a moan, I knew. "Now, are you certain, babe?" I asked. From my peripheral vision, I could see a few men giving me a thumbs-up, while others glared. Everyone was sure that I was settled for the night.

My gaze then locked with hers.

"Maybe I'll need to talk to you in private to make sure..." she said, smiling down mischievously at me. "I'm not yet convinced."

"Ah, believe me baby," I said, grazing my fingers further south. "Neither am I."

I then began leading her upstairs. You always had an advantage when you were a friend of the owner of a pub. I had a secret little room upstairs that I was welcome to use whenever I wanted. And it was well secluded from the others, for safety purposes.

I led her into the room and turned on the lights. Then, slamming the door shut, I pinned her to it hastily and began devouring her lips. She responded equally enthusiastically, her hands locking around my neck.

"Babe, just a minute," I said, extricating myself from her clutches. "I'll be back in a jiffy."

Her hands dropped to her sides instantly. "Sure, baby."

Excusing myself to the bathroom, I took out my pistol and loaded it.

I then typed a text to my 'client'.

Hey Jim,

Put some food for the pigeon. I have almost slayed the goat.

The real message: Transfer the money into my account. I have almost killed her.

My part of the contract would be finished in a few moments, anyway. Though I saw no reason why anyone would want to kill such a hot bombshell...

I then hit 'send'.

Well, I only had to shoot her; just thirty seconds would do. I was going to flee town anyway after one last visit at Jim's. I did not care if the people had seen my identity today. The feds were already on the look.

I opened the door slowly and was greeted by rapidly fired gunshots.

Fuck!

I rapidly fired from my Beretta, my mind still numb from the shock. I hadn't expected her to fire at me. Was she on a mission, too?

A shot squarely hit me on my chest, sending a searing pain through it.

"Bitch!"

Another shot tore through my skin, reaching my inner stomach.

This time, aiming clearly, I shot one at her midriff; that disabled her instantly. I was a perfect aimer, even so minutes before death. And then, I walked towards her unsteadily, firing successive bullets into her body.

She collapsed to the ground, still clutching her Glock tightly. There was a pool of blood in between us, onto which I couldn't help collapsing. My injuries were burning like hell, and right now, I wished for nothing but death.

"You..." she stuttered. "You... bast... bastard," she said, firing her last shot at my chest, as we lay on the floor.

"Bastard I am," I said, as red liquid spilled out of my mouth. "Fo-for... br- bringing you in."

Suddenly, something clicked in my mind, and everything fell in place. I immediately understood why Jim wanted me to kill her. She was a contract killer just like me, and there wouldn't be a better way to get rid of two contract killers for free.

This had all been a plan.

"J-J-Jim... th-th-th that bastard..." she said, finally softening her eyes at me. It seemed like she got it, too.

"I... I'm sorry," I said, as my blood-drenched hands reached out to streak her cheeks in red. "I'm... so-rry."

She nodded understandingly. A lone tear escaped her cheeks, and mixed with the ocean of red below.

An enormous, deep void that had suddenly realized my presence threatened to consume me up. And I surrendered willingly.