The Urge to Kill

5

Elizabeth Milton. 27 years old. She had to be the most basic and normal person I had ever met.

I continued to walk closer to my friend's door as she tried to unlock her door. As I waited for my friend to come answer the door, I looked over to the lady. She seemed relatively young. She gave me a brief smile before unlocking the door and shutting it behind her. Her eyes were filled with so much emotion during that little smile, and I tried to understand, but I just couldn't. I didn't understand the emotion the were conveying. They were like beautiful black holes into her soul, yet I could see where they ended. They were not shiny or reflective, yet she looked upset. Her smile showed kindness, but I didn't want to see it. I didn't want to see the politeness of this woman. I didn't want to read into her, if she was the one I was going to choose.

My friend soon after opened the door and warmly greeted me with open arms. She was so surprised I was paying her a visit. I briefly look at the door of the flat the lady lived in before my friend shut hers. She was asking how I was and what I was doing here, but to be honest, I couldn't concentrate on the conversation I was presented with. The hour I was there went by in a blur. All I could think about was this woman. Was she the one? I couldn't tell. I wish I knew right then and there, but such things aren't possible. Although our conversation went by too fast to remember, I did remember my friend telling me how the security camera outside her apartment didn't work. I was hooked. I was alert. This was so lucky I though I could cry. She was talking about how some moron broke it by forcefully hitting it or something, but all I cared about was the fact that it was broken. She was saying how she hopes it gets fixed soon and blah blah blah but I couldn't want that at all. Instead, I just gave my friend a reassuring smile before moving on to something else.

I said goodbye as my friend waved and ducked back in her room. I looked a little to the right, on the edge where the walls meets the ceiling. And sure enough, the camera was smashed to bits. I better strike fast if that woman I followed is the one, was what was going though my head. This is a great opportunity. If I take too long hesitating, they might fix the camera, which would make a job a little harder. I walked towards the elevator door, but then I stopped. I'm not sure why. I'm unsure what possessed me then, but I decided to put my ear to the woman I followed's door. I couldn't hear much. I think the TV was on, but other than that, I didn't hear anything that could serve as a clue of some sort. Ha.

I headed back home, with my mind set on one thing only, being that I need to find out more about that lady. I devised a plan. I would go back to the supermarket the same time, and same day as the day I saw her, to see if she would be there. I couldn't think of another way to casually bump into her without looking weird. The other option is to just loiter outside her apartment, but that would be awkward if I just started taking to her, and what if my friend saw me if she left her flat?! So, I just had to put some faith and trust into my plan. It's was the best I could come up with. I couldn't just jump to choosing her, and then acting out on it, because where's the fun in that? And I didn't want to deviate her family, or anything like that. This had to be as natural as I could allow it to be.

Sure enough, when I rocked up to the supermarket, she wasn't there. I knew my luck was too good up 'til this point. I sadly got all my stuff and payed for it. I was more annoyed than upset, actually. I had a gut feeling it wasn't going to work. I unloaded my groceries into my car before have a stroke of genius. I hastily got into the driver seat, buckled up, and headed towards the apartments.

A new plan. I was gonna act like I was asking around the apartment if anyone had seen my missing dog. Obviously, I'm not going to do that, I'm only going to ask her to strike up a conversation. Ha, I don't even own a dog! Sure, this new plan I thought of on the spot wasn't brilliant, but it had a seemingly high success rate in my head, as long as my friend didn't come out of her flat. I drove a quick as I could, providing it was under the speed limit, ha! I speed walked up to the apartment complex and went to press the button allowing me to take the elevator up, but then I realised.

I definitely didn't account for this. The button was already lit. Waiting by the elevator going up was none other than the woman. I wonder why she wasn't taking the stairs that day. Anyways, I was shook. She said hello, before both of us entered the elevator. Just us two. How incredibly awkward.

"I've seen you around before. Do you live nearby?" she asked me.
"Yeah, I live quite close, and I'm pretty sure my friend lives a couple doors done from your apartment, I'm paying her a visit," I replied with a little chuckle. Truth is, I don't live that close by to the complex my friend lives in, but I didn't want her to get too suspicious if she saw me around too much.
"Aah, I see. So you don't live in this complex, do you?" she asked. She seemed very fond of small talk.
"No, but I live in one close by. I just moved here, since it's my first year at University. I'm visiting my friend quite frequently so I feel comfortable settling in," I replied, lying again. I don't live in a flat, nor do I want to. And I'm not in my first year of Uni, either. When you think about it, I don't really have a reason to lie to her, but she can't know too much either. Better safe than sorry!
"I see, that's rather nice of her. I remember my days in Uni, I'm 27, so they weren't too long ago. They can be tough, but you'll be fine!" she said, smiling. How am I supposed to say back to that? This is why watching people if so much better than actually talking to people.
"Umm, yeah. She's told me people like to frequently party, and to stay away from them," I replied, giving a smile and laugh back. After both of us awkwardly laugh, we stood there for about three seconds in silence before the doors opened to our floor. Before she went in to her apartment, she shook my hand.
"I'm Elizabeth Milton, but you can call me Lizzy," she said with the same smile I received each time she's seen me, paired with those deep eyes. And before I could give a proper reply, she dipped inside.

I grin evilly. I don't wanna admit I was an evil smile, but considering I've got malicious intentions, I guess it was an evil grin. She just gave me so information about herself, considering it was just an elevator ride. I decide not to visit my friend that day, and instead head home to decide.

Decide this woman's fate.
Lizzy's fate.

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