Men

female killer with a hatred for men and an OCD problem.

Men

Out of breath, panting like a dog in the heat of summer, i loved it. Watching the light leave his eyes was a satisfaction nothing else could fulfil. his skin felt cold and blue against my lips, i pressed my tongue along the goose bumps coating his cheeks, his soul had already left his body. i put my clothes back on and headed towards the kitchen, breakfast was calling. 

I prepared a fresh bowl of soapy water and returned to the bedroom, with the distant tune from the kitchen radio i hummed along as i scrubbed the bed sheets clean of blood. time flew and by the time i had cleaned the room, showered and disposed of any left over body parts my date for the evening was already on his way. his profile was deceiving online, 5,9 brown hair, slim? weighed more than an elephant. insecure men, men who are hiding something, their figure or in this case, a wife? his skin was rough and his fingernails neat but bitten on the sides, he was a nervous man, constantly rubbing the back of his neck and eyes, such a fragile soul. but a liar, a clear liar. 

Over dinner he spoke of a past wife, boring as per and all i could concentrate on was the blood leaking from his steak. the elegant drip down the immaculate white plate, it sent a shiver down my spine and all i wanted to do was wipe that red tear clean off the pate. it reminded me of my sister, in a life i previously lived, when she cut her knee and not only did my father cut her other one but the way the blood poured across the floor, staining any obstacle in the way. This guy was about the same age as my father, late 40s, i always had a thing for the older men, gave me power when they tried to fight back. 

i knew he was a liar, i could smell it on him, i can always sense a liar. i came straight out with it, his pupils dilated and his palms began to sweat but that didn't stop him denying it through his clenched teeth. dirty teeth, a smoker. this made me hate him even more. we returned back to my place, he began to make himself at home, hanging his worn coat over my newly painted door and placing his old fashioned re made loafers about a meter from my sofa. this guy was a right posh prick and i couldn't stand liars, frustrated me to have to wait until i could dig my rope into his thick stupid neck. 

Every inch of this guy irritated me, placing his glass next to the coaster agitated my OCD and i couldn't stand the sight if him any longer. he was so desperate i didn't even have to try to get him into my bed. his cheating body lying on my sheets, it wasn't a hard kill. he did fight back a little though, but i like some fire in a guy. he managed to escape my clasp but was already in pain. he was leaning against the wall trying to support his own bodyweight, his gasps were like music to my ears.

I finished the job off but it was a messy one. don't bleed on my floor, my one rule. he must have been Italian or of a foreign race due to the dark hair on his legs reminding me of a gorilla. i slept like a dead person until day light split through my curtains highlighting left over droplets of red stained carpet. last nights affairs had messed my room up more than i remembered, as i lent forward to a broken lamp and tilted mirror. kind of like a fun fair, those mirrors that distorted you're body, instead in this case it was my mind. 

night three of my seven day cleanse. another lonely old git awaited my presence. today was a scorching summers day, the heat radiated from outside and i decided to take a walk along the sandy promenade. birds soared above almost like they do with prey and the palm trees stood still in the blazing heat, a stench of blood reached my nose, i was looking forward to tonight.

i put on my best dress, coated my skin in cheap drug store makeup. although i despised the way girls disguised themselves for obnoxious me, tonight was going to be special. i had a feeling about this one. well this little sweetheart was in his early twenties, not my type but his obvious wealth made it worth it. I'm not in it for the money but if i can rid someone who is selfish enough not to share his good fortune I'm up for that.

i arrived fifty two seconds early, a fancy vegan restaurant on the edge of town. typical rich guy restaurant. he was late, and this put him off to a bad start. never be late for a first date, maybe his pride was at an all time high and perhaps he was feeling a little cocky his evening. as we ate he was a pleasant guy, unfortunately tonight would be hard as his personality proved me wrong and impressed me. i couldn’t help but mirror his body language, the way he touched his ear when he laughed and i was crazy in love with the way he lifted both brows symmetrically at the same time. something i had never mastered, so neat and well rounded, he had a pretty face too. he had a tendency to eat too much though, something a guy with manners should resist on a date.

i didn't live too far from the restaurant so we walked back, unaware and innocent he laughed along with me and headed straight for my trap. he was a darling but couldn't stay. took my coat and poured me a drink, but it wasn't his personality or looks that made me end him, it was his gender. the everlasting curse of being a male. tonight was the closest I've come to sleeping with a victim, but i prevented myself. 

spluttering and chocking he searched for air, all i could do was laugh and his lack of power. i think i laughed so much i nearly chocked, but that made me weak. i flew backwards across the room and felt the echo of the bang curse my ears. i could smell the sensation of blood, but this time it was from me. the urge suddenly hit me and i leapt forward but it was too late. i felt the rough plait sensation around my neck that i knew all too well. i felt the blood rush to my head and i glimpsed the anger in his face. to be killed by my own signature would be an embarrassment but his strength overpowered me and this time, i felt the light leave my eyes

Author's Note

ignore my terrible spelling, decided to take a less cliche route. honest suggestions and improvements please

Reviews

[Anjay Dhirmalani]

It was a great idea, and you're descriptions were pretty strong. If you could have cleaned up some of the spelling errors, and other simple mistakes it would be more enjoyable to read. I also think the last paragraph could use some work, it felt rushed compared to the rest of the story. Other than a few simple errors I enjoyed it. Good job.