DEATH DATE
576 Words
Emmanuel shrugged on his only coloured jacket, a very dark coloured blue. He was ready for this date and his knife and his hammer was ready too.
This time he wasn't planning to leave his victim toothless, instead he was planning to crush her skull on the floor of his apartment.
He could just imagine it, the blood, the screams...everything would be just right.
But before all of that, he had to get his act right. On dates, people acted polite right?
They wore nice suits and styled their hair flawlessly, or did the—
Emmanuel pulled his phone from his pocket and with a swipe, he unlocked it. He had never been on a date before, so therefore Google would be his advisor.
He clicked on the blue icon marked with a common 'g' and typed in what spiked his curiosity.
'How to act on a date?'
He tapped on search and the first answer or rather answers that came up had him tilting his head and squinting his eyes.
• Do Your Homework.
That's exactly what he was doing now.
•Don't Break The Bank.
Whatever that was.
•Do Be A Gentleman.
That was something Emmanuel could hardly do, but he'd try.
•Pay Up.
Of course, since he was rich, that was a given.
•Don't Talk Crap.
Telling her that he'd kill her was not crap...well according to Emmanuel.
•Don't Play On Your Phone.
Emmanuel barely used that despicable thing.
•Don't Get Drunk.
That had never happened before.
•Do Look The Part.
He was wearing a suit, of course he looked the part.
Emmanuel cleared his search box and shoved his phone back into his pocket. He was ready now, it was time to kill and hopefully this victim would struggle to the end.
But would she?
She obviously was an i***t.
For one, she talked too much.
And two, she was easily swayed.
He asked her the question just once, no pleads, no pressure and yet the damn fool was squealing 'yes' as if she had just won the lotto.
Like him, she wasn't right in the head... And why?
Well answer this: Which woman would be stupid enough to go on a date with a man who told her to shut up?
Surely not a sensible one.
It's rumored that pretty girls are brainless and he proved that saying true today.
Sighing, he adjusted his tie and slipped his feet into his lucky boots.
Where would he take her?
To a movie?
To eat dinner?
Emmanuel's answer was none of the above, for her destination tonight was a place called hell. There, she would regret ever meeting him.
With nothing but his car keys in hand, he stepped outside in the cold, night air, walking directly to his car. He opened it, getting in and pulling out of his driveway without a second thought.
In nothing but minutes, he was parked in front of the cafe, a dark look in his eyes as he looked down at his watch.
It was 7:00pm, the exact time she said her shift would be ending and Emmanuel couldn't help but give excitement the permission to fill him up to the brim as he stepped out of his car.
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AN||/| What do you think will happen?
Emmanuel is truly set on killing our poor Trisha Elriva, somebody help her please and if not, please call the police!?
- Writer
