Her Shadows

CHAPTER TEN

AMELIA POV

Hours later Mr Parker is leaving the house and begins to waltz down the street, a slight whistle escaping his lips.

Quickly I jump from the roof and land with a whispering thud against the grass.

Releasing my fiery red hair from its tight bun, I spread its wild curls across my shoulders, effectively casting shadows across my pale skin.

The familiarity of those shadows, the blanket of the night, caused a sinister smirk to pull at my lips as I felt that killing calm slip into place.

When I slipped into the night, becoming the monster Eugene had shaped, I was no longer Amelia.

I was death.

Mr Parker however remained oblivious to my presence, seeming calm and collected. His hands casually in his pockets. His steps light against the footpath. He never once flinched at the dark or slowed his pace to watch for predators.

But he should have.

He was my prey and I enjoyed the hunt.

Mr Parker then crosses the street and enters an unmarked car, gripping the lapels of his suit jacket.

I cross the same street and with a quick scan, decide on a pale blue Mazda. Looking inconspicuous I placed my demobilising gadget against the door and waits to hear the distinctive CLICK.

Entering the now unlocked car, I jam a screwdriver I keep in my jacket into the keyhole, start the car and pull out, following Mr Parker.

After 20 minutes of taking side streets and following unsuspiciously, Mr Parker pulls over outside a barber shop. The shop looks particularly run down and dodgy with broken windows and graffitied walls.

A woman exits the shop, tattoos filing every inch of spare skin from her neck to toes. She was tall and skinny, with a black cropped singlet and denim shorts. A cigarette vicariously hanging from the corner of her mouth. Plumes of smoke rising to mingle with her dirty blonde hair.

She carried with her a manila folder, filled to the brim with files.

She leans down, elbows resting on Mr Parker's sleek window seal and looks inside. They exchange a few words Amelia couldn't hear, and the manila folder disappears inside the unmarked car. A wad of cash now in the tattooed lady's hands.

With another blow of her cigarette she walks back to the Barber shop.Mr Parker's window rolls up, and soon after his car begins drive back in the direction they came.

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After following Mr Parker back to the same corner, he had been picked up from I see him exit and walk back home.

The manila file still in the car.

Just as I am about to give up, the car moves once more and I, having not much else to lose, follow once more.

40 minutes later we are left in the wilderness. The only two cars on the road. After taking an exit that, as trusty google maps provides, can only lead to a handful of buildings, I decide enough is enough.

Speeding up, I ram the Mazda into the cars side. The driver swerves, struggling to re-grip control.

Another ram into their side and the driver is not so lucky twice.

The driver slides off the road, down the unforgivingly steep hill and crashes head-on into a tree.

Pulling over and leaving the dinted Mazda behind, I walk toward the smoking car. I watch with detached interest as Mr Driver claws his way from the broken car. Arms straining with the force. A gash to his forehead spewing blood.

Now that just won't do.

My black boots smack against the dirt. Jeans already soaking up the scent of smoke. Like a wraith of death, I stalk to Driver's broken form, now collapsed just outside the vehicle.

He seems to revive with my presence however as a hand shoots out and grips my ankle.

I kick my gripped foot into his face. The toe of my boot connecting with his nose.

He quickly recovers and leaps to his feet. Running at me with untamed anger I dodge his fist. Shooting out a hand and seizing his fist from its second attempted punch, I twist. His elbow rotates uncomfortably, and he hisses through clenched teeth.

Not wasting a moment, I jam a knee into his gut. Following the blow, my fist connects with his nose again this time hearing a crack.

In his moment of weakness, I ram my knee, this time connecting with his jugular and stealing his breath.

Already incapacitated, I drag his limp body toward the smoking car. Fastening him back into his seat. Seatbelt back in place.

Then I grip his skull with my glove-clad hands and ram his head into the steering wheel. Over and over and over again.

Eventually the breathing stops, and his weakened pulse slows to a halt. Dead in my hands I throws his head against the wheel once more. Reaching past his limp body, I grab the manila folder.

For a moment I watch his corpse. Supposing I should feel even a twinge of guilt.But I never do.

Not anymore.

Instead, with no feeling in my cold heart, I turns my back to him and walks away.

The car bursting into flames behind me.

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