Killer King
In the beginning, I only helped with the set up and take down of the the kill room. I would stay in the area through the kill so that she could call me in an emergency. I didn't participate in the chase or kill until the Englishman.
He was on a train loudly chewing out the assistant who was unable to get him first class tickets over the phone. He was obviously thought he was better than us and I hated him. As he continued to make remarks to the assistant on the phone I imagined him being in one of the kill rooms; unlucky for him, he was just the type of man she killed. I seized my chance when he hung up. I smoothed down my dress shirt and approached him.
He was wary at first, but after telling him I was a reporter for an art magazine wanting to do an article on him, he was very willing to talk. I told him my sister was a follower of his and I became an art reporter so I could one day tell her I met him. He was flattered, declaring my sister had good taste. It wasn't until I pulled up a picture of Lisa that he really became interested. He gave me two invites to a party he was hosting that night and told me he would love to have a conversation with my sister. I thanked him profusely and got off at the next stop.
We arrived fashionably late and looked stunning. We didn't go straight for the target, we mingled with the other guests and scoped out the room. We were only there for about an hour before he made his way over to us. I introduced them and she played her part spectacularly. She gushed over him and his art. He soaked up the praise, never considering it was fake. We didn't do anything to him that night, just laid the groundwork.
A week later we were invited to tea at his house. I formally "interviewed" him. He only had eyes for Lisa and didn't notice that not all of my questions were normal. We learned his daily schedule and the people he was likely to have nearby. Throughout the following weeks he gradually saw more of Lisa and less of me. He would take her out to dinner, art galleries, she even modeled for him on one occasion. Lisa wasn't the only one he was seeing but she was only in it for the information.
During the day we acted out our roles, at night we picked the perfect spot for the kill room. After visiting the Englishman she would come back and we would change the kill room as she felt necessary. Once we were ready we set the plan in motion. He never suspected a thing, right up to the moment we took him from his home. The look of betrayal as we chloroformed him, will stay with me forever.
I was nervous that he would wake up too soon but she had done this so many times, she didn't worry at all. She was right, he stayed unconscious until we were ready. As soon as he woke up he tried to talk. She just laughed at him and tapped his mouth.
I was prepared for her to start her normal routine so when she handed me the knife, I looked at her shocked. She simply smiled and said, "He was your choice so you get to do the honors." For a moment I felt my heart pounding but as I approached the table my mind calmed. I started to press the knife to the pulse in his neck but as my eye wandered the knife glided down his neck until it rested above his heart. I pressed my hand to his chest, feeling the strong heart that was beating quickly underneath. I don't know how long I stood there until she touched my arm. I looked up to see her standing next to his head smiling softly.
I smiled back then turned back to his chest. I slowly pushed the knife in between his ribs and I heard her sigh over his muffled screams. As his heart stopped beating adrenaline flooded my system. I looked up at Lisa to see her looking at me with that dark fire in her eyes. From then on I played a part in every step. I became whatever role was necessary, a driver, a jealous ex, an absentee husband.
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