AKA Jill - 1
It was easy, really. Easier than she had first thought. Frankly, she didn't know if she could do it at all, but once the blade pierced flesh it took hardly any effort or thought at all. And the euphoria that followed was unlike anything she'd felt before. To think that only a week ago she was having second thoughts about all of this. Second thoughts wrestled with and gave way to initial thoughts, though, and all that was left was the set up and follow through.
The first had been some nameless Joe from a bar. It had been easy enough to get his attention from across the room. Her short dress and plunging neckline did most of the work. Hell, she could have probably not said a word after that and still been able to pull it off. But better to be safe than sorry. She caught his eye a couple of times before finally giving a shy smile as she finished her drink. Soon after he clumsily made his way over, two drinks in hand, many more on his breath.
"Manhattan?" he asked, slightly slurring as he spoke. He was tall, but unassuming. Nothing terribly identifiable about him. Perfect for her plan.
"You know your cocktails," she said as she accepted the glass from him. He took a seat beside her.
"Lucky guess, actually. You look like a Manhattan girl to me," he replied. "What's your name?"
"Jill," she said. A fake name, of course.
"Nice to meet you, Jill. I'm..."
Jill cut him off, holding her finger up to her lips to quiet him. She lifted her glass towards his. "Cheers!"
"Joe" walked into the bar earlier that night looking for a good time. He now found himself on the wrong end of eight inches of sharpened steel. Jill watched with grim curiosity as his face raced through gradients of surprise to fear to abject horror to unsettling calm, all the span of a few seconds. That's all it had taken for her to pull the knife and plunge it deep into his abdomen. As the last wisps of his life bled out into the alleyway, Jill knew that she had touched on a side of herself that would not be satiated with this one chance opportunity. Oh no; she had awakened something that would continue to grow and demand of her. At the thought, her lips curled into a tiny smile.
The first had been some nameless Joe from a bar. It had been easy enough to get his attention from across the room. Her short dress and plunging neckline did most of the work. Hell, she could have probably not said a word after that and still been able to pull it off. But better to be safe than sorry. She caught his eye a couple of times before finally giving a shy smile as she finished her drink. Soon after he clumsily made his way over, two drinks in hand, many more on his breath.
"Manhattan?" he asked, slightly slurring as he spoke. He was tall, but unassuming. Nothing terribly identifiable about him. Perfect for her plan.
"You know your cocktails," she said as she accepted the glass from him. He took a seat beside her.
"Lucky guess, actually. You look like a Manhattan girl to me," he replied. "What's your name?"
"Jill," she said. A fake name, of course.
"Nice to meet you, Jill. I'm..."
Jill cut him off, holding her finger up to her lips to quiet him. She lifted her glass towards his. "Cheers!"
"Joe" walked into the bar earlier that night looking for a good time. He now found himself on the wrong end of eight inches of sharpened steel. Jill watched with grim curiosity as his face raced through gradients of surprise to fear to abject horror to unsettling calm, all the span of a few seconds. That's all it had taken for her to pull the knife and plunge it deep into his abdomen. As the last wisps of his life bled out into the alleyway, Jill knew that she had touched on a side of herself that would not be satiated with this one chance opportunity. Oh no; she had awakened something that would continue to grow and demand of her. At the thought, her lips curled into a tiny smile.
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