The White Rose

Prologue - Aspen

June 16, 2017

I stood, examining the dead body in front of me.  He'd died quickly, which was a shame.  I was hoping we could've had some fun before he passed out from lack of oxygen. I should've expected that, he did look pretty weak, with his thin frame, and soft eyes. It was alright, I had two more victims to deal with before my night was over. It was better for me anyway, less risk of getting caught I guess. My client had better pay me double for adding a target so late notice.

I reached into my backpack and pulled out a fresh white rose. Since there had been no blood in this murder, I made a slit in his arm and waited until there was a pool around his wrist.  I took the petals off the rose and sprinkled them over the pool of blood. It looked so aesthetic. People often wonder why I make my murder scenes look so pretty, but I always figured that if I was going to commit a murder, it might as well look good. 'Perfect,' I thought.

I made my way over to the house of my next targets as I contemplated how to kill them.  My client had told me this was more of a "no loose ends" kind of murder, so I decided to have a little fun with it.  I know some people who'd just rip off all of their limbs one by one, but I find that far too loud and messy.  I prefer the more clean and quiet murders.  I entered the home quietly, tranquillizing the dog.  Why didn't I just kill it?  Come on, I may be an assassin but I have a heart.  I entered their room and slit their throats.  Husband and wife, till death do them part.  I laughed.

Suddenly, I heard some wailing from another room.  "Shit," I said, "a kid."  I decided to deal with the baby later.  I took out my scalpel and made a neat incision in their abdomens, and slowly extracted all of their organs.  "Wow, going to med school really paid off," I giggled.  I arranged their organs in a perfect heart and sprinkled white rose petals on top.  When I finished, I smiled.  "Aww, such romance," I said with a mocking grin.

I left the house, and as I walked to my car, I slipped my gloves off, shoved the knives between the seats, and picked up my phone.  I called a friend, Alec.  He picked up and asked, "Hey Aspen, need something?"  I said, "Yea, can you call child services to tell them there's an abandoned child over at 16 Mera Street?"  "Yea, let me guess.  They'll find a few dead bodies over there while picking up the kid?" he said, laughter in his voice.  "Of course, how else would I know about the kid?"  I replied.  We laughed for a little longer, then hung up.  I drove home and climbed into bed so I could sleep until another client would call me for a job.