“Got ‘em,” he mumbled under his breath. Turning on his heel, he strode through the bathroom door. A wickedly perfect grin played on his lips.
“It’s date night.”
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She waited patiently on the bottom step of the apartment stairway, fumbling aimlessly with her long, gold chain. She leaned forward, as she already had a dozen times, scanning the street with light, grey-green eyes. Just as she began to lean back again, a generic ‘84 style Honda pulled around the corner onto her street. She bounced up, short mousy brown curls coiling around her thin shoulders.
He rolled down the window as he pulled up to the sidewalk, where she had planted her feet to wait.
“Get in,” he bade her with little emotion. Her smile wavered slightly, but she opened the car door and climbed in. His smile was gleaming in the dim light, yet it wasn’t…happy. A sparse tremor shot up her back, and she was thankful to be wearing a jacket.
“Shall we?” he suggested, voice hanging in the air like a tolling bell. She swooned, growing noticeably light-headed. She noticed his necklace, its flaming colors illuminating the area around him. He pressed on the gas, and the car inched forward.
Her vision grew blurry, and she became limp in the passenger seat.
He chuckled airily, and turned off onto an old dirt road. The trees became thicker as the car rolled over the gravel. The tires crunched over the rocks, twigs snapping under the weight.
Minutes passed, and he pulled into a driveway; at the end of the drive, he came to a calm stop, and sauntered around to the passenger side.
He opened the door. Her still lifeless body slumped over, onto the ground with a soft thud. Her face turned up, eyes fluttering open. Her face was a mask of horror, and a tiny yelp escaped her throat.
His eyes met hers, and they were cold, icy even. His necklace flamed, sparks shooting out as he bent over her. She covered her face and tried to squirm away as he grabbed her wrists and dragged her, flailing, into a run-down old shed a few feet away.
“Wait here…and I might not kill you,” he whispered in her ear. He thrusted her against the wooden wall. Dust floated away from the ceiling at the impact, covering her hair and face in a cloud of gray.
A single tear slid down her dirty cheek.
