He's My Killer

The rain came down hard on the dark streets as the young girl listened to the radio that continued to play the same songs over and over again. She was tuned in when she suddenly heard a beeping sound which caused her to look down. "Oh no, not now." She continued to gaze over her steering wheel. She was so close to her destination that she didn't even stop for any gas. Now she was on E. She made a left turn down the dark street as she tried to find the nearest gas station. Around five minutes later did she get lucky and noticed a secluded gas station on her right and a sign that said OPEN. Making a quick turn, she pulled in to one of the tanks. She parked her car before getting out and quickly walked through the rain to the store's entrance. She took a quick glance back to see what pump she was on and then she pulled the handle back and walked in. She looked around and she saw not a single customer. She paid it no mind and walked up to the register and came face to a guy in a black hoodie sitting in a chair, drinking a cool beverage. He was turned away from her, typing away on his phone. She showed off a smile and making her presence known. "Um, excuse me." Her voice coming out softly as she stared at the man's back. Once he turned to face the girl with blonde curly hair and green eyes, the girl felt her heart stop. She studied the man that was behind the counter. He had clear skin with artistic tattoos showing off on his exposed arms and neck. He had a nose piercing and a light stubble on his face. His eyes were a mesmerizing grayish-green color and he was fit. She could not deny that he was a very attractive man. The man slid his hood back a bit as he studied the girl. This was her. The one he's been looking for. Victim 29... "What can I do for you?" He questioned, not moving from his spot at all. His deep voice interrupted her gawking and leaned on the top of the counter, sending him a flirtatious smile. "I need gas on pump four." Giving her a stiff nod, the man got up and placed his unfinished drink to the side. He walked to the register and typed on the register. "How much?" "Twenty on four." She said, pulling out the twenty very slowly and handing it to him. For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to stop staring at him. She wondered if he was single. Of course, he can't be single. He was a great work of art and that was tempting her. She looked down at his plain hoodie to find at least a name tag but there wasn't one him. "So, um, what is your name?" Looking up after putting the money in the register, he gave her a careless look but she didn't let that hit her confidence. "Pump number four is ready for you." He said instead of answering her question. She stood in shock at his rejection but little did she know it was all part of his plan of obtaining her. He went and sat back down in his same spot before. She never moved from her spot. Instead, she began to introduce herself. "I'm Nova and I'm—" "Sorry but I'm not interested in your type." He cut in her sentence, not even looking at her. The girl, Nova, was now starting to become a bit irritated. She in life has never been turned down. When she wanted something she was going to get it. And she wanted this man. But little did she know, she is talking to the devil himself. "Well, what is my type, hmm?" She asked curiously. The man suddenly turned in his chair and stared hard at her as she places all her weight on her left hip with her arms crossed. He could see her sudden change and no, it was no longer irritation. It was more like calm. "Smart, rich girl who thinks they can get and everyone she wants. But truth be told....you don't want to mess with me. I'm a bad person." He warned her with a sinister smile. The girl bit her lip as she stared into his intense green eyes. He only made her more interested but he was only playing along. He knew she wouldn't leave the store without hitting on him. Her entire body language was flirtatious. "I like bad every now and then." "I'm warning you, darling. I'm not one to mess with." Her cheeks turned the color of tomatoes. She smirked and touched his left bicep. She ignored his warning. "You must work out, a lot." A small chortle came from his lips as he let his free hand reach under the counter to grab the syringe that's been waiting to be used. It contained a clear liquid that will have her feel groggy and soon out like a light. "I do. Only go to the gym every Monday and Wednesday." Nova smiled showing off her small white color of nice straight teeth. "Maybe one day I could join you." He stared at her long and hard and in a swift move, he grabbed her chin, bringing her closer. "I have other plans for us." He smirked. Her eyes widened as he forced her head to expose her neck before moving his hand and slamming the syringe in her neck. He pushed the burning liquid into her blood system. Her face paled as she screamed in pain. He pulled the syringe out and she instantly fell onto the tiled floors of the store. Tears streamed down her face as she held her neck. She pulled her hand away and into view and she noticed her hand was doubling, tripling by the second. The drug working through her system quickly. She heard rustling coming from behind the counter, echoing in her ears. She looked up and saw the doors. She crawled to the door as she cried. Whimpering as she continued for her escape. She felt her neck on fire and would pass out at any second. She reached up and grabbed the handle but she couldn't turn it. Her hands were going numb. Her cries grew louder as she yelled for help. She banged on the glass as hard as she could but it hardly made a sound. She was growing weaker by the second. Her eyelids becoming heavy. "No one will hear you, Nova. You are miles out." She heard his voice. It sounded so faint to her ears. "P-please d-don't hu..urt me...." She whispered. She felt his hand grab hold of her thick blonde hair and pull her back. More tears escaped her eyes when she saw the blade in his hand. She knew she wasn't making it out alive and she had prepared herself for worse but the worse that was coming was more evil like the devil himself. "I know exactly who you are Nova and your sister is to blame for what happens to you." He pressed the blade to her neck, trailing it slowly across her skin but not cutting her. She didn't know a thing about what he was talking about. His words were beginning to fade in and out of her ears. "I'm going to teach her a lesson." He took her hand placed them flat on the door. The sharp blade stopped at her pinkie. He met her heavy eyes and smirked when he saw the fear in her low eyes. Without hesitation, he sliced her entire pinkie and it fell to the ground. Her scream of pain was low that it wouldn't be considered a scream. She felt the pain and she saw her blood streaming down her arm to her elbow, hitting the floor. "I won't kill you just yet, Nova. I want your lovely sister to watch me torture you then I'll have you bleed out until your last breath. But until then, I'm going to have some fun with you." A sinister look appeared on his face. The rain poured down harder as her screams grew quieter. Blood splattering all over the window. His shadow showing as he tortured her with the blade. She was tricked by the face of an attractive man. An undercover killer. Kill without mercy. Kill you for play. There's a monster in the streets.