The Stripper's A Killer (On Hold)

The Stripper's A Killer

3 years ago...

Three on my right, two on my left. One right in my face.

The movie played in the back, its loud gunfires covering my pretend moans and groans. I then felt my hair being pulled and I mentally screamed.

He just pulled my hair. The bastard just pulled my hair.

This bastard was a very much wanted man who was trafficking teenage girls and selling them to grown men who have the wanting to screw little girls. This man, though rich, was a very very bad kisser. He was the worst so far, worst than my first kiss, which was given to me by a big fatso. And he was a long shot compared to my fiancé, who would be my husband this coming weekend. I smiled at the thought of us getting married and quitting the job, but apparently the bastard misunderstood. He thought my smile meant that I wanted more than just a kiss, because the next thing he did was push me down.

You see, we were in a movie theatre which showed an action movie from the 60s. It was like a movie fest, wherein the show blockbuster movies from the 1900. We were sitting at the last row, and the lighting was darker than the ones up front. Besides us was 5 men, whom I am sure were the bodyguards of the man who thought I wanted to go to the next step.

The man pushed me down and I mentally scowled at him as his hand went under my shirt. His hungry hands were like that of a glutton's, they kept pulling me up then dropping me back down. He crashed his lips back to mine and smirked. Then I suddenly felt his hand on the waistband of my jeans. And with that, I finally snapped.

Without any signs of hesitation, I wrapped my legs around him. He then chucked and muttered something like 'Eager Little Girl'. I smiled at him before crashing my lips down to his and pulling apart, biting my lower lip and staring at his chest. I knew I looked good, and I knew he thought so too as he smiled. Then, I lifted my hands to both sides of his head. He chuckled again and this time I spat at his face.

Before he could react, I twisted his head and broke his neck.

I escaped from under him and caught him before he fell and made noise. He looked so peaceful and I smiled at the irony. A peaceful criminal. You got to admit, it was ironic.

I grabbed my bag from my seat and pulled my gun out before slinging on my bag. I then went on my knees and looked at each of the men. The three on my right looked normal enough except they were all tilting their head to one side and nodding at some moments. The two on my left, on the other hand, were smarter than those on my right. They weren't tilting their heads or anything, but their lips moved with no words coming out. And one of the two was careless enough to put a finger into his com unit. I smirked at their idiocy.

With confidence, I stood up, my gun ready in my right hand. They must have sensed movement because they were now on their feet, their guns pointed at me. I then lowered my gun.

"You know, boys? Sometimes it's better to go back to the blades, and not use the bullets."

The man who placed his finger on his coms unit laughed. "Really? Well, we'll prove you wrong, missy." And with that all five men pulled the trigger. And once again, their stupidity made them fall right into my trap.

I quickly bent down and hid behind the chairs, dodging the bullets in the process. The moment I was on the ground, I dropped my gun and took 5 knives from my bag, three on my right and two on my left. I smirked before standing up again.

The guns were still pointed at me but Stupid Guy #1 put his hand out, signaling all of them to hold fire. My smirk grew.

"You guys done showing off? Well, now let me demonstrate to you the art of knife throwing. " And with that, I threw the knives, three on my right and two on my left. And all in their stomachs.

I sighed. Just a little bit higher. I guess I needed more practice. I added that to my mental to-do list.

I then took my gun from the floor and held it in my hand. My black high heeled boots clicked against the floor as I made my way to each one, shooting them in the head to end their miserable death. That was my thing. A painless death is the best thing that can happen to you after you've taken a life. And ever since I killed a man by shooting him in the stomach, I've been giving quick deaths to my jobs, wishing that mine would be the same.

"This kitty bites." I say my usual saying. I said this ever since I killed my first job.It was in memory of my missing mother who used to say that my green eyes were like that of a cat's.