Inhumane | Discontinued

Chp. Four

Isabel walked into her studio apartment, the apartment she had been stay in since her first year. The apartment was so spacious thanks to her aunt she made sure Isabel got the best apartment.

Facing directly to the huge window, a small ladder rested directing her to her bed. Below the little platform her tiny kitchen was settled, the mini fridge and all.

Right by the door was a staircase that lead to her self built personal get away book sea. All her beloved books were there, that’s where she did most of her reading and just relaxing when she wasn’t cleaning the streets.

A door stood right in the middle of the room to the left if facing the bed, that was where her bathroom and closet were. It was small but cozy for her, living in this place grew on her after the years she never wanted to move.

Isabel walked over to her mini fridge grabbing herself a bottle of apple juice a cool refreshmeng after a long hot day. she drunk from the can as she threw her bag pack on her bed.

With her beverage in hand Isabel walking to the small dining table in the middle of the room. Taking a sit she opened up her laptop that was rested on the wooden table.

Her eyes trailed down the list of her victims, today she had gotten her confirm on a specific someone and she was going to strike.

She had been watching him for days now but after what she heard and saw today at school she got the right reason to kill him. Isabel wasn’t one to miss a prefect kill not since she started.

Chugging down her juice in one go Isabel closed her laptop while throwing the tin can in the trash bin, it was time for her to get ready.

Isabel stood from her chair standing in the middle of the room she began undressing from the clothes she wore. They dropped to the ground from her body effortlessly, walking away from the pile of clothes in only a sports bra and her boxers, the girl gracefully walked to the bathroom.

Fully clothed in a black trouser with sneakers and a dark purple shirt, Isabel got out of the bathroom one strap of her going out bag hanged loosely on her shoulder. She grabbed her phone from the dinning table, tucking it in her pocket she walked out of the door.

The cool dark night welcomed Isabel once she stepped foot out her apartment building. Minding her own business she began walking down the street.

The streets where busy, full of people and the roads with so many cars. That’s how it was anyway, it always so crowd it was simple to hide in plain sight.

Approaching his apartment complex, Isabel wore her gloves she didn’t want to risk the cops actually having a lead. Isabel looked left and right before entering the building.

It was exactly like her apartment complex she didn’t expect a lot, students could hardly afford food, a fancy building was way out of proportion.

She walked to the three floor, the last floor in fact. Once she found his apartment door she began picking the lock, it took less minutes to open. Since she had been doing it so much it was quite simple now.

She tiptoed her way into the apartment locking the door behind her. With one of her fingers trailing over the wall she studied the apartment, it was not as big as all the rest she broke into but it sure wasn’t that small.

The pictures on the wall got her attention, it was such a shame they were going to loose him. Who was she kidding she felt nothing, no sadness nor pity.

Hiding her hair in her flat cap, her pony tail hanged freely out the cap.

Isabel yawned, she had to get it done as soon as possible she needed rest before class tomorrow. She got a hold of one of his kitchen knives.

Tiptoeing to the bedroom Isabel opened the door slowly and quietly making sure not to make any noise. Her victim laid in his bed peacefully sleeping not aware of a thing.

Isabel closed the door making sure to lock it, she walked to the bed and sat down. Getting ahold of his phone she immediately switched it off.

She looked back at the sleeping boy patting his shoulder she spoke. “Wake up champ. You have an appointment.”

His eyes opened once he adjusted to his surroundings, he noticed the mysterious grey eyed girl. He tried to wiggle his way out of bed but Isabel held out the knife against his throat. “Don’t you dare scream or try to pull that shit.” she warned him.

Of course he didn’t listen one bit, he tried to fight her but she ended up pressing the knife against his neck with a lot of pressure. “I said don’t.” she hissed through her teeth, she didn’t want to play mouse and cat now.

The guy’s face froze looking at the knife he swallowed the lamp in his throat. “W-what d-do you want.” he stuttered afraid for his life.

Isabel giggled it was so cute when people begged. She took the knife off his throat wiping off the blood. “You of course.” she waved the knife at him.

The boy held out his arms in defence. “I swear I haven’t done anything.”

Isabel clicked her tongue in disapproval standing on her feet she walked around the room, studying his collection of metals. “Not even raped innocent drunk girls at party?” no word came from the guy, Isabel turned with a side smirk walking back to his bed. “Or spiking their drinks?”

His face went pale, “I-i..” he stuttered once again words failed him.

“Sshh I’m talking here.” he remained quiet which pleased Isabel. “Good you understand. So I’m not here to make negotiations, you’ve already seen my face of course.” she pointed out the obvious, even if she did she had no plan on keeping him alive at all. “You can’t stay alive.” she spoke in a cold voice that sent a shiver right down his spine.

“I swear I won’t tell a soul if you let me live.” the boy pleaded looking at Isabel for at least mercy.

She got on the bed again sitting on top of him, she cupped his chin titling his head to the sides she spoke. “You’re handsome such a pitty you have to die. Anyway.” she brought the knife back to his throat.

“Please..” he whispered trying to hold back his tears. Isabel rolled her eyes at the sight, she didn’t like them crying so unprofessional. “Sorry buddy it’s nothing personal.” she sunk the knife deep within his throat before silting it open.

Blood squirted out landing on her shirt and face, Isabel hissed she like this shirt now it was ruined. His eyes slowly began loosing their life untill they just stared at her lifeless.

“Rest well son.” she whispered closing his eyes. Isabel got off the lifeless body and blood stained sheets.

Isabel left knife of the stand before making her way to the bathroom to clean up. “Almost forgot.” she turned back to the bloody body. With her gloves she took some blood in her hand leaving a message for the cops.

Here lays a rapist. I did your job for you.

Was written on the wall in blood, satisfied Isabel went to the sink. Washing her gloves of the blood she cleaned her face as well, she would shower at home.

“My favourite shirt.” Isabel whined looking down at her bloody shirt. From her bag she brought out her black hoodie throwing it over her head.

Cleaned from the blood she walked out of the room leaving a messy sight for who ever found him. Isabel took an apple out the basket before she walked over to the fire escape, she could not risk being seen.

Landing safely on the ground of the alley way she threw her gloves in her bag. Bitting down on her apple she walked back to her apartment, for the day she had successfully done her job.

The first thing she did when she got to her apartment was check out Brandon’s name off the list on her laptop.

Isabel stood in front of her bathroom sink whistling as she washed the blood out of the clothes. She hanged the wet clothes in the bathroom.

She walked into the warm shower. Water ran down her body washing away the blood from her skin, as music played in the back.

I see red by everybody loves an outlaw

Isabel showered washing away the blood off her skin. No at all aware things would soon change tomorrow.