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Kim

The Serial Killer in My Upcoming Book

By KPublished 5 years ago 5 min read
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She stood like a statue, eyes cool as ice. Inhaled the sweet aroma of coconut shampoo, taking each breath as if it were all planned ahead of time. Her thumbs caressed the needle with such care and ease. She was ready. Vigilant. Lips curled into a smile that quickly became a sneer when she heard the front door open and then close. Her heartbeat remained steady and her breathing calm as the sound of footsteps echoed up the stairs. When the door to the bathroom opened and the switch for the light flicked on she knew her time had come, she needed only a moment to allow her eyes to adjust to the light before she made her move. She was swift, eager, yet gentle in her movements. The shower curtain seemed to move on it's own with grace out of her way as she stepped out of the tub and onto the bathroom tile. Her hands shot out, lightning bolts that were gentle yet firm around the mouth of the young girl in front of her. They fell to the ground together with Kim's hand still placed around the girl's mouth. The sound of them hitting the bathroom floor was the only sound to break silence that had fallen on that small space since Kim arrived.

"Shhhh, it's okay," words she meant with all of her heart as she stroked the young girls hair with her free hand that still held the needle. The young girl's eyes widened with terror as she saw the needle. Not a moment later it was instead with care into her median cephalic vein. Kim loosened her grasp around the young girl's mouth and carefully drew the needle from her arm. Then she took a cotton ball she had placed in her pocket earlier that day and applied pressure to the puncture wound. She sat, looking at the girl with such love, and waited for the bleeding to subside. Once the bleeding was done, she picked up the girl with ease and began to carry her to her room.

"Rock-a-bye baby on the tree tops, when the wind blows the cradle will rock..." and without breaking tune, she placed the young girl in her bed where Kim had moved the covers earlier.

"If the bough breaks the cradle will fall, but mama will catch you cradle and all..." and now placing the covers over the girl, Kim sat down on the bed beside her and raised her hands to caress the girls face before sweeping her hands softly over her eyes to close them. Still humming to the song, Kim stood quiet as a mouse and left the room, being sure to leave the door open just a crack. Not breaking the quiet, she moved soft as a feather as she picked up the cotton ball, and the syringe and carried them to her bag which she had hidden the closet downstairs. Trading the cotton and syringe for some unscented sanitary wipes, she carefully treaded back up the stairs to the bathroom and wiped everything down. Then, she went back down the stairs, picked up her bag, and left the house. After closing the door, using those same wipes, she removed her gloves and discarded those too into her bag. The house remained silent and eerie. Though a soft notion of comfort held in the air. And, with that, she took one last forlorn glance at the front door and bedroom window before breathing in the chilled night air as she walked away from the house. She walked for a while. Thoughts flooding in her mind as if God himself recreated Noah's Ark. Desperation grew within her, a cancer she knew too well and had long since learned to ignore. She held onto this desperation. She needed this desperation. Without it she was nothing. Felt nothing. Remained numb as her skin felt at this very moment due to the cold. She didn't like this numbness that made her feel inhuman. And so she lived for these moments of desperation. Hung onto them like the last breath of air. Her thoughts ended abruptly with the wind being knocked out of her. She lay on the ground dazed and a bit confused for a second attempting to regain her thought process before looking up. Boy, did she regret looking up. Those deep green eyes seemed to knock the breath right out of her again.

“Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, miss. In my rush I wasn't watching where I was going, I…”

“Clearly,” she stated dryly. Ignoring his outstretched arm, she picked herself up and dusted herself off, becoming increasingly annoyed by the man in front of her as he attempted to help her. She raised her eyes coldly to tell him to step back, just to feel herself once again gasping for air unsure of what to say as she peered into those eyes. Quickly moving her glance she remembered her bag still lying on the floor and immediately shot her arm out for it to find it was no longer there, but in his arms. “Thanks,” she muttered as she grabbed the bag and started on her way again.

“My apologies again,” the man said before tipping his hat as she walked away and began walking away himself. Leslie fought the urge to look back at the man with the green eyes. She continued to walk away until she knew the man would no longer be in her line of sight and then turned slightly around to glance back.

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