This is the first piece of writing that I’ve ever publicly shared…so nervous and excited at the same time! I found this little challenge from Chuck Wendig and thought, why not? Can’t say I write if I keep all my stuff to myself?
I hope you like it. (Rated R)
Her head feels like a wrecking ball is pounding her skull. It usually does right before a kill. She’s not sure if the headache or the desire to kill comes first. She doesn’t care. She only cares about ceasing the excruciating pain.
The streets are packed with people waiting to see fireworks. Every Fourth of July, the city put on an excessive display of colorful explosions that reverberate throughout. She can’t stand being in the collection of onlookers. The smell of alcohol radiating out of their skin. The way they yell idiotic crap at each other. The way they think it’s their world and everyone else is a nuisance.
With each step, Lisa is more frustrated. The throbbing in her head is worse. All around her lay the filth from the very people she despises. Red plastic cups, empty water bottles and beer cans litter the sidewalks and roads. The temporary trash cans that were provided lay virtually empty. She watches the obnoxious herd with animosity, the deafening uncontrollable brats tugging their parents, the couples groping each other inappropriately, the cliques of middle-aged annoyances walking the streets like they own them.
Lisa spots her prey and begins her pursuit. The medicine for her pain is walking alone, talking on a cell phone, oblivious to the surrounding world. He kicks the foot of a homeless man leaning against the wall. He slams into a woman’s bag as they pass. In neither case does he turn around to offer his sorrow. He just keeps on his way. Lisa decides to nab him as soon as he clicks off the cell.
She doesn’t have to wait long. His call ends with a “see ya” and the instant his thumb hits the END button, she’s on him.
“Hey, wait up!” she yells to him. He turns to her. She uses her looks to reel him in. She’s tall, slender and has the kind of tits guys drool over. Her blonde hair is pulled back…so not to get blood in it.
“Hey.” He says with a smile, his eyes focusing on her cleavage. The smell of stale beer hits her and she tries to not recoil.
“I was hoping you could help me out. I’m looking for my friend. She’s about my height, but red hair.” She wraps her arm around his.
“Beautiful as you?” She’s got him.
Smiling, she answers, “more so.”
They are in a middle of a crowd. Bodies knocking into each other as they corral towards the fireworks. Plastic flags flap all around. A sea of red, white and blue as people show off their annual patriotism. Ten apes are banging the walls of her skull. She needs her remedy.
He keeps talking, so she keeps smiling. She rubs her chest into his arm to keep him in place. As he rattles on about himself, she leads him into an alley. No one would dare disturb them down here. She knows these streets, they are hers. Cats scramble and rats scurry at the sound of their footsteps. While they walk, she draws the knife from her pocket. She leads him around a dumpster, hiding from the street.
She pulls him close so he’s facing her. His breath repulses her. The way he gazes at her like she’s a prize infuriates her. She puts her free hand on his neck. “Ever fuck a stranger?” Lisa has no intention of having sex with him, but she could see that he was fully on board with the idea.
As he dives in to claim his prize, she thrusts the knife through his linen shirt, through his freshly tanned skin and into his kidney. She has learned that when she uses men to ease her pain she has to be agile. As he pulls back and starts to scream, she yanks the blade from his side and quickly slices his neck. His vocal chords severed, he can’t scream. Before he could bleed on her, she lets go and he slumps forward. The dark blood pools around his limp body. A fallen sandal lies by itself.
Lisa looked up towards the sky as an explosion of red erupts the night and inhales the moment of her kill. Within seconds her headache vanishes.