Perks Of Being A Serial Killer

"Once a killer, always a killer."

"How in the world could there be perks to being a serial killer?" She shrieks with fear oozing out her voice. I smirk as I spin around in my heels to face her. "Well, first of all," I say holding up one manicured finger, "if someone is annoying me I will kill them without flinching." She winces at my words and my smirk grows larger. I hold up another finger in her face, "Second..." I trail off and tap my chin with a thoughtful expression, "people pay me well to get their 'dirty deeds' done, might you say."

I lunge at her just as she tried so run and place my hands delicately on the side of her chin and her head. I twist with all of my strength and I hear a satisfying snap echo around the empty room. Her body is thrown aside as I brush imaginary dirt off of my shirt. "Well, that was quite tiresome." I murmur as I pull a key out of my pocket and walk out of the house, locking the door behind me.