Little Red Rose

Little Red Rose : Short Story

I fumbled around in my purse desperately searching for my special Mary Kay lipstick under all of this junk inside of my bag.

I smirked when I found it and applied the blood red stain onto my full lips in the mirror.

"Please, i'll do anything! Name the amount and you can have it! I have a family, kids.." The man tied to the toilet seat begged. His words turned into incomprehensible sobs and I  no longer understood what he was saying, and I stared at him glaringly while I plopped down on the counter.

Xavier Collins, aged 34, Houston, Texas.

Politician, due date: September 23,2014 also known as, today.

"Xavier please don't embarrass yourself." I stated coldly, pushing my lipstick back into the bag and rolling my sleeves up.

And the sobs continue. "Please! Please! I will do anything! Just please don't kill me!" I rolled my eyes at that.

"Look, will you hush if I promise to make this quick and less painful? The pleading is not helping the headache I have now." I noted. Massaging my aching temples seemed to do nothing for me.

It was then he decided to call for help and someone started to furiously knock on the bathroom door.
Shit.

"I guess you wanted this the hard and painful way then."

I hopped off of the counter with my favorite dagger in my hand and walked towards the violently shaking man. To be precise, victim number 581.

That's a lot of bodies, I know.

I bent down in from of his struggling body, laughing at him trying to break loose of the double bolted chains.
'Is this really the type of people we put in office?' I chuckled.

I tore open his shirt and shivered, certainly not from pleasure.

In one swift movement I plunged the blade into his stomach making sure to puncture the lungs and twisted the knife.

The whole while his brown eyes stared into my emerald ones. I watched as the life left his body and the room grew silent.

Well silent until the beating continued.

"Sir, the police are here, hold on!"

I smirked at the now late Xavier Collins and pulled the dagger out of his abdomen.

I whispered to the corpse as of it could hear me. "If only they had come earlier huh?" Yeah right.

"Umm, are the police still out there?" I yelled to the man outside of the door, while standing on the counter and climbing into the vent.

"You're surrounded! Just let him go!" He pleaded, I almost felt sorry for him. Hahaha, no I didnt.

I took a large audible intake of breath. "You see, you're kind of too late for that, but do me a favor and tell the police to bring in a body bag, you would be saving me the trouble of having to clean up, its the worst part of this job."

The door handle began to shake violently before the sound of a large force began to collide with the door.

After a few tries finally flew open revealing Xavier's body to everyone else on the other side of the door

"Where did she go?" The policemen filed into the room guns at hand searching the small perimeter of the men's bathroom.

"Hey I got something!" One of them called. He bent down over the body and picked up a small object that I left just for them.

"Its a rose."

"What's the rose mean?" Another officer questioned.

"Its her. It looks like little red has struck again."

I smirked at my name, staring at the clueless baboons searching the area, completely ignoring the vents.
They have no idea.