Tiny Tales | ✔️

17-Helen

My name is Helen.

I'm designed to kill.

I used to kill.

I continue killing.

Because of me, more than a hundred people have died already.

I am paid to do it.

My auburn hair is long and silky.

I don't wear makeup.

I don't wear jewellery.

My skin is soft like that of a baby.

My legs are long and firm.

My body flexible.

My green eyes, killers.

I am the perfect woman.

I was always alone as a child, in the orphanage.

Yes, it's true.

I don't have a mother or a father.

Always silent, always watching.

Listening.

Once they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up.

"Murderess," I said.

Then they sent me to a psychiatrist.

They shipped me off to an asylum.

I ran away when I was seventeen.

The shrink was my first.

Then, I killed the nurse and the security guard.

Now I have a job. I earn money.

I work for different people.

You would be surprised how many people there are out there who want to kill, and have no courage for it.

That's what I am there for.

I kill for the pleasure I feel doing it, and I do it in an entertaining way.

I work exclusively at night.

The night is terrible. That's what makes things even more interesting.

People shut themselves up at night in their silly cages.

They turn on the alarms, leave the lights lit.

I'm above all this.

I look my victims in the eyes before killing them.

Sometimes I like to talk to them.

I tell them who I am, to scare them even more.

Men think that I am a gift. Women are jealous.

I almost always shoot the targets, but sometimes I do like to play with the knife.

But it's all different, come morning.

In the mornings, I lose my smile.

I am alone.

That kills me.

Life springs all around me. A normal, happy life. And laughter.

Sometimes I observe my victims before killing them.

I see how they laugh. I see they live.

That makes me mad.

Once, during the day, I spotted a pair of eyes.

Big. Brown. Warm.

This time, I was the victim.

"Hey, where are you going?" tawny irises pleaded with me.

"I'm sorry. This was all a mistake," my metallic tinged voice replied mercilessly.

"Please stay. I love you."

"I know. That's why I have to leave."

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A/N: Music theme song: Queen: "Killer Queen."