Fallen Rose, Lilly W. [ebook reader for comics txt] 📗

2

I creep through the darkness and scan the horizon. Another job, another to kill and another to hunt. It seems like a ferris wheel.

 

Always cycling. It only stops to have new people. Never moving on, never resting. Only used for one purpose and reason.

 

I shake my head and look at the man that I’ve searched for the past two days. This time his name is Bobby. He goes after women at night rapes and kills them So far he's killed five. He does it on Monday and Friday. Meaning that he will strike tonight.

 

Most of the people that kill and are bad, hunt in bars. I walk into the one of the main bars, also the one that he goes to every night. I had just watched him walk into there five minutes.

 

I hear hooting from the drunks at the bar and the bartenders. I scan the room and catch a glimpse of Bobby talking to a blond girl that has had to much to drink. When he hears all the commotion he looks up and spots me, completely forgetting about the blondie.

 

My job is to look attractive and let him seduce me into the alley. The less that see the better. I’m wearing a small black dress that clings all the right places and high heels that show my long tanned legs. I don’t need makeup, i have natural beauty and don’t even own any. Clob is the only reason that I have these clothes.

 

“Whatcha want?” I look at the skinny bartender watching me.

 

“I’ll take a beer.” I inform skinny.

 

“Make that two.” I hear a deep voice behind me. I turn my head to see none other than Bobby. A perfect smile splitting his already handsome face. I return the smile and watch in fake interest as he takes the seat next to me. His deep blue eyes scan my body, practically eye raping me.

“Here you are, on the house.” The bartender arrives and smiles at me.

 

“What a kind man.” I say to him, trying to get a response from Bobby. I works, when I look at him he has anger in his eyes.

 

Out of all of my targets he is the easiest to read. His eyes and face are a mirror to everything.He obviously wants someone that he can control, and someone that will show attraction.

 

“Hello there.” I give him a wide smile, showing my teeth.  

 

“Hi yourself.” He sticks out his hand. “Hey there princess, I’m Mark.” I shake his hand.

 

“I’m Taffy.” He’s not the only one that can come up with names.

“Pretty name for an amazing girl.” I fake a blush and take a drink of the beer. I like to brink. But I can handle a lot, in my case that's good. I bite my lip and glands up to see him watching me intently lust clear in his eyes.  I giggle and take another drink.

 

“What a flirt!” I muster my sweetest voice and drowned the rest of the beer as it’s quickly replaced with a new one.

 

“I’m only speaking the truth.” His eyes are now sparkling with want. I fake a blush again and drowned the other drink. Now is the time where I start to act a little brunk.

 

“Wooow, you are so charming!” I sound like all the bimbo stripers here. I chug another drink and feel “Mark” watching even though I closed my eyes.

“Only for the ones that matter.” He smiles as he sees me put the drink on the table, empty.  He very obviously wants me to get drunk. Three is when I know I should be drunk as heak. I look at him and giggle. I hop up and he quickly catches me.

 

“Hey you!” I smile and lean into his arms. He rubs my back.

 

“Should I take you home?” I  laugh at his hurry to get me into the alley.

 

“You are amazing! You would dooo that?” I laugh and look at him.

 

“I would love to.” He takes my hand and leads me out, I stumble on my way. He brings me out through the door and onto the street. He’s leading me to the alley. Since I have no idea what's going on, I go with.  He drags me into the dark part and pushes me against the wall. I put my hands on his chest and feels a knife in his pocket on my way up.

 

“What a shame, you are such a pretty girl.” He takes the knife out and puts it to my throat. I cough and look into his lustful eyes.

 

“What are you doing?” My voice is slurred.

 

“Teaching you not to trust strangers, you should be thanking me.”

 

“Nahhhhh!” I giggle and he rolls his eyes.

 

“Well, you are in the wrong part of this situation, don’t you think, Taffy?” I can feel he's not going to give me much more time. His eyes start to scan my body, not caring what I’m going to say.

 

“Nope.” I watch as his eyes snap to mine.

 

“What Taffy?” He looks surprised that I can say a word.

 

“You heard me, Mark.”  I thrust his fake name into his face. He pushes the knife a little harder, almost breaking the skin.

 

Why am I doing this when I could kill him now. His eyes are telling me he's not going to kill me, yet. It’s like when you know that someone is lying, always easy to spot. He obviously needs me alive to make me feel the pain and him.

 

“What is the point in this, tell me or you’ll be dead here, right now. Taffy!” He almost shouts my name for all to hear.

 

“You will? You won’t, you need me alive.” I casually look into his firing eyes.

 

“I’m not bluffing you ******* slut!” I laugh a him, a slut? I’m not the one going around raping people and then killing them.

 

“I know you're bluffing. I can see it in your eyes. Now let me ask you this: did they plea? They must have seen it in your eyes. So you do need me, Bobby.” I sneer his real name. He goes pale> Moving the knife he jabs it in my direction. Sadly for him, I’ve already moved.  Taking the knife from his hand and stabbing him in the chest over his heart. He choked up blood and sank to the ground, I watched as the spark of life drained from his body leaving his eyes bleak and lifeless.

 

I shake my head and run for the woods, my job here is done. Time to let Clob know it's over.

 

3

 I open the door and slam it shut. Clob jumps from his seat and gets into a fighting position, when he sees it’s me he stands normal. I see his face turn as he shakes with anger. I just showed him disrespect, and I wanted to.

 

“How dare you enter this house like that?!”

 

“How dare I? How dare you keep sitting on your arse as I kill my targets. How dare you think you control me.” I have never talked back to him. Seeing the life draining from Baby's eyes was the last straw. He could have been put in jail like all the other convex.

 

“YOU DON’T TALK BACK TO ME!!” He comes forward and stands in front of me, by his eyes I know he wants to punish me. But he made me better then everyone, including me.

 

“Why? What do you have over me? Your not my father. Your not my friend.” In a flash his arm jabs out to get a hold on my neck, but I knew this was going to happen. I blocked his hand and my fist connected with his face. I crouch down and sweep out my leg bringing his legs out from under him. He laid there and then hopped up in a flash.

 

“You ungrateful *****!” He came back at me again. I moved to slow and his fist connected with my stomach. The pain rippled through me. “I saved you! You were nothing! If you do this, I will find and kill you!”

I ducked another blow and my foot connected with his chest causing him to fall and spiral. He layed knocked out on the floor.

 

I walked to my room and changed into dark jeans, tank top and leather jacket. Grabbing my weapons belt and money I passed his stim unconscious body. He was easy to take down. I stand over him and raise the gun to his head. Flashes seep into my mind. Him rescuing me and saving me. I lower the gun.

 

“I’m done with this.” I walked out of the door once again part of the nature.

 

4

 

I walk for five days coming to the town of Preston. By now I’m hungry.  On the way I’ve  apples and berries, the only things that have kept me going.  

 

I look at all of the high buildings and big houses. This is more of a city then a town. Zip up my jacket to hide my belt the holds daggers, swords, bullets, guns, poison darts and sleeping darts. I go into a small dinner, letting the scent wash over me. I take a seat and a short skinny lady with long brown hair comes over to me with a menu.

 

“Hey hon, can I get you something to drink?” I look into her pale blue eyes and see love and security.

 

“Coffee please, and do you have the daily paper?” She nods and walks off.

 

I look out the window watching the people in high hats and bright clothes, they have no idea how lucky they have it. They think that there life sucks because they have to go to work and do this and that. They have no idea.

 

“Here you go hun.” Her bright smile warms me but there is something in it that puts me on edge. I look at the paper and my blood runs cold “Everything okay. You look like you’ve seen a ghost?” I force a smile.

 

“No, I’m fine. I know what I want.” She smiles and takes out her notepad. “I’ll have pancakes.” She joltes it down and go in the back o deliver