Killer King
"That's how things started between you two?"
The man nods, "I couldn't just leave her to her own devices what if she got caught or something went wrong."
"Then how did you end up being her accomplice?"
"I told her I would help her, if she promised to be as cautious as possible. I don't know if she wanted to test how truthful I was being but that night we drove to an abandoned warehouse near the wharf. After that I helped her anyway I could."
She didn't once look at me as she spoke, and she continued to look out at the city as she let me digest her words. Without thinking I asked if she needed help, and she turned to me the spark of fire still in her eyes.
She smiled knowing what I was talking about but she still asked, "What could I need help with?"
I told her to take my words however she liked. I would help her with whatever she needed. I didn't care where those words might lead me, I didn't want to be away from her. I wanted her to look at me with those fiery eyes, and say my name in that sinful tone.
She smiled again and the next night she took me across town to an abandoned warehouse near the wharf. Inside she had already set up a kill room and a man was strapped to a table. His eyes went wide as he saw us and his voice came out in a muffled whimper behind the tape. She picked up a knife and shushed him as she softly ran the blade across his chest. She pressed into the soft tissue of his stomach. Blood slowly eld up from the wound and her eyes glittered.
The man sobbed a little and she pulled her attention away from the crimson stream. "There have been men before you who begged and pleaded but it won't do you any good. They all broke down into tears eventually and it didn't change anything."
He looked terrified and she smiled sweetly for a moment before sliding the knife across his neck. Blood flew from the knife onto me and sprayed on to her. She placed a hand on his chest and looked deep into his eyes. He gurgled as the light in his eyes started to dim. He gave his last exhale and she breathed in deep. She closed her eyes and leaned back as if that last breath was something to savor. Her shoulders relaxed as she opened her eyes again and looked at me. Her gaze was charged and wild, her smile full of danger and sin.
I walked over to her and said, "Lisa, my Mona Lisa, you're going to turn this world upside down."
I kissed her with the iron tang of blood on our lips. From that night on I helped her anyway I could.
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