Killer King
He covers his eyes with his hands. His attorney passes him box of tissues and waits until he is done dabbing his eyes before continuing, "Is that when you figured out her night time activities?"
He shakes his head, "No I lost her, but I went home to wait for her. When she came back she was drunk. Before I could ask her anything, she collapsed on the couch and almost immediately fell asleep. I got her a blanket and waited for her to wake up. When she did I handed her a cup of coffee and asked her why she was leaving the house in the middle of the night. I was afraid that she was going to say she had found someone else. What she actually had to say was much worse. She explained how she killed people and that she had tried to stop when she met me bout she couldn't."
That day, she came in already drunk. She was smiling but she didn't seem happy. The bartender wouldn't give her anything more to drink and I offered to take her home. She was silent all the way back but that changed once we reached her house.
She sank onto the couch and surrounded by empty bottles of gin she said, "You once asked me what I do during the day."
I froze at her words. I hardly even breathed as if any small movement would stop her from talking.
She looked out that big window on to the glimmering city, "I kill people."
That revelation was the beginning. I wasn't upset by her words, in fact, I wanted to know more. How has she come to be this way? Why did she do it? Who were her victims, and how did she pick them? Was this why she was so different from everyone else? Is this what made her full of light and color?
When I didn't run screaming from the room she looked at me, it was like she knew all of the questions that were burning my mouth but I was too afraid to speak, "It started as revenge for my friend. I preyed on the men who preyed on her. I would get close to them, let them shower me with gifts. Once they were comfortable I slaughtered them like the pigs they were." A dark light entered her eyes and a smile I'd never seen graced her lips, "I wasn't long until I gained a taste for the kill. By the time the last one fell, I developed an itch that could only be scratched by death. I can't live without the feeling of the warm blood on my skin or the moment when they stop breathing."
There was a fire in her eyes that matched the lust in her voice. I had never seen her this passionate but I wanted more of it. She was fascinating. She knew what was happening to her and continued down her path anyway.
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