About a Girl

About a Girl

The blood splatter on the walls made quite an interesting pattern, Freedom thought. The deep red brought out the aged yellowish wallpaper. She studied it a minute more, before looking down at the short handled axe in her hand. Oh yes, must clean it, she thought.

Freedom pulled off her skin tight gloves and took out of her pocket her container of blade cleaner and a clean dry rag to cleanse away the initial blood. Later she would clean it better; removing all blood from the blade and under the hilt.

She looked around the basement room for signs she had been there. Dead body – check. Had she left any DNA behind? She doubted it, since she had not been caught up to this point.

She pulled her hoodie out of her Invader Zim backpack and put it on, covering the blood that had splattered on her shirt. She sheathed her axe, affectionately named Fenris, and put it in her backpack. She then left the house, whistling as she went. She wasn’t worried about being seen. It was dark out and with her hoodie pulled down over her face, she could have passed for a short man.

Freedom headed home. She lived in a studio apartment on Elm Street in Salt Lake City, UT. It was a self standing apartment in a small village type-setting… only five apartments stood there. She knew her neighbors well, as there was a common area to go sit under the many trees in the courtyard.

She didn’t see anyone, however, as she unlocked her door and went in. A small wood burning stove stood in the middle of the room. Because the property was deemed historical, the stove had never been removed. Freedom had even removed the electrical from the wall sconces and replaced them with wax candles. The bathroom door had a skeleton key.

Freedom took off her hoodie and stripped out of her t-shirt. She threw it into the wood stove. Next she slid out of her blue jeans and removed her blade cleaner, then tossed the jeans in as well. Lighting a piece of newspaper, she put it in with the wood and clothes and shut the glass door. She took her boots off and got out boot polish, and began to scuff and polish her Harley boots.

After changing into her PJs… a footie outfit with kittens all over it, Freedom sat across from the wood stove and watched her clothes – the evidence, burn. She enjoyed a good fire. There weren’t many things that Freedom didn’t enjoy. Being a serial killer was just one of her many facets.

The next morning Freedom got on her computer and got to work. She rarely watched the news…she had no interest to the aftermath of her deeds, or fame, or anything of the like. She did what she did out of passion.

Then she headed off to the gym to work out. No stair steppers for her… she was purely about lifting weights. She could bench the bar with 50 lbs of weight on it. She was a petite girl, and building muscle mass was not easy for her. She did squats and leg presses, then crunches and worked her biceps and triceps. She also participated in classes of Japanese jujutsu.

She headed for the showers and stood under the steaming hot water, thinking over the men who had flirted with her while she worked out. One had had potential. He was a good looking black-haired man, around 6’ tall. He had given her his phone number. As Freedom brushed out her long, wet red hair, she pictured it all in her mind. She could invite herself over. They could Netflix and chill, or as she liked to call it, Netflix and kill. Cheesy, she knew, but it made her giggle.

Freedom headed home from the gym with the intent purpose of doing some work on her computer and then relaxing. It was too soon to call the man, who had scrawled his name on the paper with his phone number. She didn’t really care to know his name. Just another detail to take up precious space in her mind, which was already busy looking at the flowers and trees along her route. They were so beautiful. It was, after all, spring time and everything was in bloom.

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They met at his place. It’s how Freedom preferred it; she didn’t let anyone into her personal space. She was, however, surprised when she found not just her date, but three men there. What’s more, they didn’t look all that friendly.

“What’s happening, little girl?” One of them asked. He smiled, his white teeth shining in the living room light.

“You tell me.” Freedom replied, grinning. She knew they were meant to instill fear in her, but all she could feel was a sense of happiness and thrill.

The man who had spoken, a thin man of about 5’10” in height with curly blond hair, approached Freedom slowly, nonchalantly. She smiled up at him, waited for him to be in range and punched him with as much force as she could muster, straight into the throat.

The was a crunching noise and the man went to his knees. His eyes were huge, and glazing over quickly as oxygen stopped making it into his body. He fell face first onto the floor.

His friends, rushed to his side.

“Darin, are you alright, man?” The black haired man from the gym turned Darin over onto his back.

“He’s dead, man, he’s dead!” The other man cried out.

‘Darin, come on…’ But Darin was quite dead.

Keith, the black haired man, stood and looked at Freedom. His eyes held fear and something else, something violent and primal. He came toward her, no plan in his head except to kill her.

Freedom dropped down low, grabbing the long handle knife in her boot with skill. As she came back up Keith had reached her, and she sliced the extremely sharp blade across his abdomen. Immediately his guts began to fall out.

Keith froze and looked down in horror even as his intestines and some unknown organs poured from the hole in his body.

Freedom giggled. She hadn’t had this much fun in a long time. Course, there was the fact that the third man was heading the other direction, toward the front door. That would never do.

She threw her knife hard and it landed with perfect accuracy. It split the back of his skull with the point protruding through his open mouth, as he attempted to scream.

Freedom looked around at the bloody scene. What a let-down. All in all it had taken merely minutes to dispatch three men. She contemplated her next move. And smiled.

Keith was the first she dragged into the dining room chair. He wasn’t quite dead yet, and was moaning and crying. His eyes followed her around as she drug Darin into the chair next to him. Darin fell over. As much as she tried to set him upright, he would fall face first onto the table. Finally, Freedom searched the house until she found some rope (no doubt for use on her) and tied Darin to the chair. Third, and with Keith’s eyes still upon her, she took the last nameless man and tied him to a chair.

Freedom went to the kitchen and found the nicest dishes that they had. Nothing too special, unfortunately, no china. Still, plates that matched. She set a plate in front of each “guest” and put a fork, spoon. She left the knife off since Keith was still technically alive.

Now, for the fun part. Since Keith was watching her, she started with Darin. She dislodged the knife from the nameless man and contemplated Darin. First she pried his mouth open and cut out his tongue. Then she slapped it on to Keith’s plate with a wet bloody thud. She noticed something shiny… a tongue bar. She giggled.

Next she moved on to the nameless man, who she had started to think of as Ron. She looked him over carefully. He had multiple earrings in each ear, which in and of itself wasn’t so odd, what was odd was that they were woman’s earrings. Hearts, flowers, gems… all the way up each ear.

Freedom went to Keith and grabbed him by the throat. He made a choking sound and his eyes rolled into his head briefly, then settled on hers again.

“Why all the earrings?”

Keith gurgled.

“Are they from the women he r***d or even killed?” Freedom loosened her grip a little.

Keith nodded.

Freedom smiled again. Then she moved over to “Ron” and laid the blade against one ear. She began to slice it cleanly off the skull. When she was done with that one, she sliced off the other, and laid them on Darin’s plate. She looked at her handy work and decided something more needed to be done against this man who abused women.

She went to the garage and found a pair of much used rusty pliers. Prying open his mouth she grabbed his front tooth and began yanking and twisting until it came out in a drizzle of blood. She took out all his front teeth and laid them on both Darin and Keith’s plates as decoration. It was beginning to look like something from a fancy restaurant.

Freedom then kissed “Ron” on the forehead, thanked him and moved on to Darin. She kissed him gently, thanked him and moved to Keith. Keith was no longer with the living, which made her feel a tiny bit of sadness… had he seen her decoration with the teeth? She kissed his head and said goodbye.

Having not had time to put on her gloves, Freedom went about cleaning the entire house. Every surface, touched or not, was wiped down with cloth.

The last thing she did as set candles on the table and light them. It was a proper, fancy meal.

Freedom flips open her cell phone, dialed a number and waited until the call was answered by a somber “yes?”

Freedom said, a smile growing as she spoke, “Oliver, it’s been months since we’ve seen each other! You should come see me!”

(c) 2017 Devi Moriarty and Jendan Jade