LimeDolli

They said "hey it's an easy job no worries, in and out you can do it Sweetheart" yet here I stand in the darkness of this poor girls one room apartment. My heart is beating against my rib cage ferociously, my mind racing. This is ridiculous, I should be able to do this, I've done it before. Its just one woman, one simple woman lying beneath satin sheets, tossing and turning, probably dreaming something wonderful as she's completely unaware of the fate that looms over her, unaware that in a matter of minutes I'll be changing her life forever. Bang.

It's done.

I wish it had been that easy. The gun goes off and I swear I hear the sound of the bullet pierce her skull. Oh god the mere thought of that tiny piece of metal ripping through chunks of brain and flesh, it scattering all over the sheets and wall, almost enough to make me sick. I gag a little, It's been a while since I've done that, I swear I'm just having an off night and then I honestly believe that I hear sirens. There shouldn't be sirens, not yet, not now. "Dammit" I curse as I look at the blood splattered angel. "I got fucking blood on me, Fantastic". There really isn't any time to clean up though, glancing around the room I make sure I leave nothing that could tie back to me, not that I knew the woman it was more or less a safety precaution, a paranoid habit. As I take a deep breath and head for her door the scent of blood drifts up my nose, good lord I'm still not use to it. "Bye Princess" I mutter as I close her crappy apartment door behind me. I jogged quickly down the stairs of her hell hole of an apartment block, my boots making a soft clicking against the tiled floor as I go. God am I grateful I wore black because as I enter the lobby an older couple in the corner give me quite an odd look as I dash past them, Perhaps I should invest in a silencer. Pushing through the front doors I realize, holy shit my gun's still in my hand. Explains the strange looks. Shoving it down the back of my pants I hear the sirens getting closer, they couldn't even be a block away. "Ahh shit".

It's hard trying to run from a crime scene in an area of town you don't know so well, Send me to Russia I can make my way anywhere, to Paris? No problem. You send me into Queens and I'm more dumbstruck then a deer caught in headlights, it's truly ridiculous. As I push past couples and loners walking down the side walk I hear the coppers pull up as I hit the corner and turn down the next street. They'll be searching this entire area and I'll be off to Sing Sing if I don't get a move on. "Wheres a damn taxi when you need on". Slowing down, more of a walk then a run now I continue to search for any mode of transportation that'll get me the hell away from here and BAM, there it is. The bright yellow car of my dreams, a taxi. I'm running towards him, arms waving calling out for him to wait and then I see it, The damn Euro trash scumbag stealing my ride. "Oi that's mine cocksucker bugger off" I shout as I approach the vehicle, his body is half in already and I can tell he's not going to be giving a taxi up to me, especially if he can see the blood splatters of my dead little angel.