Charm Could Kill You
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Thread Topic: Charm Could Kill You
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I realized that it was a bar. The Flame Tavern. I smirked and rolled my eyes. Haven't heard THAT one before! I thought, sarcastically. Either way, I decided to investigate.
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I slinked out of my car and peered into the tavern's windows. It seemed like there was an entire CITY in there! But one girl...oh, one girl fitted my fancy, there.
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Now, this girl was perfect. She seemed to fit my killing-preferences exactly. The way she smiled...the way her eyes gleamed...I'd want to keep her head any day!
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I knew from much experience that I had to be sneaky. I decided to use my usual trick, that barely ever failed.
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I rushed back to my car -a Volkswagon Beetle- and grabbed the bandages I kept in the trunk.
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I know, it sounds weird...but hey, what can I say? I made a sling out of them, then placed my arm in the cast.
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I grabbed a pile of books -which I should've delivered to a friend AGES ago, but didn't- and pretended to struggle with their weight.
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The girl obviously must've noticed me, because she left the bar. My intended victim jogged towards me, a look of concern cemented on her face.
'Are you okay?' she asked. I nodded and cleared my throat.
'Yes, I'm fine.' I replied, trying to sound pained. 'I'm just having a little trouble, here.'
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I chuckled weakly, suppressing a smirk. Damn! I thought. I am SUCH a good actor.
'Sure!' I replied, cheerily. 'Thanks.' -
'No problem!' she smiled, taking the books and placing them back into my car. As she leaned over, I quickly slammed my fist against the back of her head, knocking her out.
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I shoved her limp, unconcious body into the back of my car, attempting to suppress my laughter the whole time.
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She already felt cold and clammy. A few more hits, it'd all be over. I quickly slammed the door, jumped in my car and got the Hell outta there.
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I drove out, far, far away from The Flame Tavern. To some deserted area, I can't quite remember, but I think it was some kind of woodland.
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She woke up, screaming bloody murder. I laughed at her, scornfully and whipped out the crowbar I always carried with me. I raised it high above her head and swiftly brought it down again.
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Her blood splattered everywhere, spraying me like a warm shower. I couldn't stop, I just kept on hitting her, harder and harder. In a way, I ended up getting into a rhythm with it. So much blood. So much chaos. I was in complete control...and I fhawking loved it...
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