CHAPTER 6— TALKATIVE PEOPLE DESERVES TO DIE
896 Words
—
Don't hunt as an enemy, hunt as a friend.
—
Emmanuel parked in front of the coffee shop, he was excited, both for a cup of coffee and physically meeting his next victim, Trisha.
If he thought Meghan was a goddess then he had no words to describe the beauty of this one.
Though a test glass was edged upon the bridge of her nose, the blueness of her eyes weren't hidden beneath it and her lips; small, plump and blood red were to die for.
She wasn't from this world, the ethereality of her beauty was alien to earth. He would really enjoy tainting her, but he wasn't sure how to go about doing it. She didn't live alone and he wasn't acquainted with her working hours, so how in heaven's name would he get to slice her f*cking neck?
Sighing, Emmanuel pulled at the door handle before pushing the car door open. One way or the other, he'd kill her, even if it meant stabbing her in the heart in front of everybody who sat, stood or moved in the coffee shop. It would be nice to have an audience, would they clap?
Or would they be too terrified to even move?
Emmanuel would love to see their reaction then mercilessly kill them, but sadly it was against the contract to kill anyone but the victim you were assigned which was why he needed another option.
OPTION ONE— kill her in front of everybody|×
OPTION TWO— ...
.
.
.
Well he had none!
Sighing again, he ran a hand through his hair in frustration, what should he do? Or rather, what could he do?
He couldn't possibly walk inside without a plan, or could he?
Burying his hands in his pockets, Emmanuel stepped through the inviting double doors of the coffee shop.
Almost immediately, he was assaulted by the strong scent of lattes and black coffee. It smelt heavenly, but at the moment, the girl standing behind the counter was his only interest.
He stepped further into the mildly crowded room, only stopping when he stood directly in front of the counter. He leaned against it, eyes fixated on the beauty before him.
Her appearance made her look shy, but when she grinned at him, showing off her white and shiny teeth, he knew she was anything but.
"What can I get for you sir?"
Her voice was high pitched, not at all as gently as her face, but nevertheless, Emmanuel casually replied. "An ice coffee and a slice of cheese cake."
The girl nodded with enthusiasm, her grin still present as she punched in his order. "Is that all?! We have cookies too; chocolate cookies, vanilla cookies, sandwich cookies, short bread cookies, almond cookies...oh and we have..."
She continued to talk and Emmanuel honestly wasn't listening, all that flooded his mind was tying her moving tongue around her damn neck or perhaps plucking out her constantly moving eyeballs.
He just wanted to see her bleed, he was dying to hear her scream and yet all he could do was listen to her talk.
Sighing, he once again delved into the thought of ex-cogitating a plan, but her blaring voice proved to be an hindrance. He glared up at her, rubbing the creases of frustration from between his eyebrows. "Could you shut for a minute, I'm trying to think."
Trisha's lips quickly sealed in a tight line of shame as she adjusted her glasses. "I'm sorry sir, you may think now, I'll go process your order."
She crept away from the counter, eyes still fixed on her handsome customer. He was good looking, a god walking on earth, yet it seems he had no manners.
He didn't have to tell her to shut up in such a harsh manner and he didn't have to glare at her so harshly either.
She was conscious of the fact that she talked too much, but still...couldn't he have spoken to her as gentle as he looked?
Sighing, she walked over to Sandy, (the other cashier who works alongside her.) draping an arm over her shoulder and leaning in to whisper. "I can't believe that handsome devil told me to shut up when I was contemplating on asking him out on a date."
Sandy chuckled, glancing over at the man. "You can still ask him, a matter of fact, I'll ask him for you."
"No sandy, I was just joking, you ca—"
Sandy flipped her off. "Sir...psst, black shirt."
Upon hearing that, Emmanuel turned in the direction of the voice only to find his victim wide eyed staring at him while trying to cover the lips of a black haired girl that stood beside her. "What...?" He questioned, eyebrows knotting in mild curiosity.
"My friend..." The girl started, voice muffled. "My friend wants to ask you out on a date."
Trisha stumped her foot on the concrete floor, her shame now mercilessly augmented. How could she just tell him t..."Sandy, I told you not to, I sa—"
"A date?" Emmanuel interjected, an eerie smirk forming on his lips. After all, she had came up with a plan for him and such a marvelous one at that.
"I'd love to go on a date with you, what time does your shift end?"
•
•
•
AN/| This chap was crap!??
- Writer
