Khalif pulled his big black hoodie over his long locked hair and then shoved his hands in the shared pocket as he got out his car. His hands touched lint, his pocket knife, and a old gum wrapper. It was cold out here, it had just got through snowing and his foot prints were the first to make it on the white substance. It was late, only around ten and only a couple people could be seen on the street. He decided to park his car way up the street, away from the street lights. He looked up to see he had reached his destination at dollar general.
Walking inside, the warmth engulfed him. The store smelled like cinnamon air freshener and the floors were wet from previous customer shoes. A young teenager at the cash register greeted him, just doing her job, but he didn't even lift his head to acknowledge her. Instead he made a right, walking into the aisle that held cleaning supplies. Both his hands grabbed a bottle of bleach each and he used his teeth to grab a bottle of lemony pine-sole. Then, he was off to the register.
The female teenager scanned his items, clearing her throat.
"19.78 sir." He was already pulling out a twenty before she finished. It was the same amount every time. When he sat it on the counter, he took time to look at his watch.
9:52. He had to go, he was already a couple minutes behind his planned schedule. She started bagging his things and he tapped his foot impatiently. Sweat started to develop at his forehead and he could fell his long fingers tapping against the counter anxiously.
"Have a good day." He took the bag from her gently and walked with a pep back to his car. Once he reached it, he placed the bag in the back seat and got into the drivers seat. His back finally relaxed against the torn up leather and his hand fiddled with the fabric of his loose hoodie. Then she emerged from around the corner. Every Wednesday she'd come from some apartment building at 9:55 exactly. He did his research.
She was petite. With dark brown hair and even darker eyes. Her heels were clacking and got louder as she got closer to his car. He reached behind him, grabbing a roll of duct tape. She was even closer now and his heart began to race. His fingers tapped the tape as anticipation built up. He lived for this feeling. It was a nerve wrecking adrenaline that he just loved. Finally, she was right there and all he had to do was reach out and grab her. In one swift move he was out his car, covering her mouth with his hand as she was squirming against his chest.
He started wrapping the tape around her head and mouth as she tried to scream.
"Shh," he cooed, still wrapping the tape. This seemed to make her go even more crazy as he forced her hands behind her back and made sure they were nice and tight. He then threw her little body over his shoulder, looking behind him to make sure no one was around. He sat her down gently. By now tears were rolling down her cheeks and her eyes were wide with fear, staring at him. He could tell she was making pleas behind the tape and this made him sigh, closing the door.
He got into the drivers seat, starting his car.
She cried and cried all the way back to his house and it irritated the shit out of him. Usually they stopped crying and tried to escape, but it was obvious that this one wasn't a fighter. He yanked the keys from the ignition and closed his door with a slam. He opened the back door and yanked her by her legs until she was close enough for him to pick her up, which he did with no trouble. She didn't make a noise as he threw her over his shoulder and grabbed his bleach also.
He made his way from the garage to the basement in a matter of seconds and there was already a chair sat in the middle of the room. He sat her down and she stayed there, like she was afraid to move. He blew out a breath, taking off his hoodie. He cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders, then reached under the chair and grabbed the thick rope. He used this to tie up her feet.
Once it was secured she started crying again and he looked up at her, giving her a warm smile.
"I'm going to take this off." He gestured towards the tape. "If you scream I will kill y- well I'm going to do that regardless but you'll only make it worse if you scream. Understand?" She stared at him before nodding slowly. He slowly started to unwrap the tape from around her head until it fell to the floor. A whimper immediately left her mouth and he raised his eyebrows and she sniffled.
"Good." He smiled brightly. He stood up, beginning to pace.
"Now, I usually don't talk to y'all, but today's my birthday and I don't know which knife to kill you with." He said bluntly, making her eyes wide. He turned her chair until she was facing his wall of knives. Perfectly clean and sharp, waiting to be used.
"Hm...I'm thinking butcher or chef. Your thoughts?" Her eyes were searching the wall and her face was filled with even more horror. He sighed, knowing she was about to scream, and right before she did his hand covered her mouth for the second time that night. He grabbed new tape, doing the same process as earlier.
"Yeah. We'll go with chef." Blowing out another breath, he walked over to the wall, yanking it from it's place and dragging it lazily. She started sobbing and pleading again but he couldn't understand through the tape. It was starting to annoy him and it seemed to get louder with every move he made. He went behind her, grabbing a handful of her soft hair and tilted her head back. He placed the knife over her throat and with a powerful pull, her crying was cut off immediately.
Her blood flowed down her body and onto the floor and he let go of her hair.
She sat there slumped and he let the knife fall to the floor with a clatter.
He used his forearm to wipe the sweat from his forehead since his hands had blood on them, and he could feel himself calming down. Killing girls was sort of like his euphoria. The adrenaline and thrill only lasted a couple seconds but each time it sent him craving more. His hands itched for it and he couldn't go long without another kill.
Of course he spaced them out, he's not an idiot. Unlike the police who still haven't got a clue who was killing these girls. But at the same time he couldn't blame them-he was so careful.
He ran to the back room, washing off his hands in a hurry. He then went over to his scrap book. It was worn out, but still together. He yanked his pen from the counter and wrote in his neat hand writing on a fresh page.
Date- 1/28/16
Time of death- 10:46 p.m.
Name of victim- Alicia Ruffin
Cause of death- Chef 46.
He picked up the limp girls hand, forcing her bloody thumb print onto the page. He made sure it was dry, then shut his scrap book.
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He was scrubbing the blood off the floor, wearing a face mask to protect him from inhaling too much bleach. The water in the bucket was now red and he wet his sponge again then started scrubbing.
"Really Khalif? Another one?" That voice belonged to none other than his brother who stood at the bottom of the basement stairs.
"How long are you going to keep doing this?" Khalif continued to scrub, feeling his arms get tired.
"Go back upstairs, quil." He ordered but in a soft voice. He was already annoyed with cleaning, and his eyes were starting to burn.
"You can't keep-"
"If you're not going to help me clean then go back upstairs! I don't want to hear this right now!" His brother stayed silent and took a seat on a stair.
Khalif continued to scrub.
"Make yourself useful and pass me that mop right there." He ordered. His brother did it with a sigh and he snatched it from him.
"This is what I like to do, Aaquil." He looked up at him.
"And if you can't accept that then-" he stopped himself, looking down at the floor. The room fell silent.
"Then what?" Aaquil questioned.
"I don't know." They didn't say anything else. And Aaquil just sat there while Khalif finished cleaning and took the girl's body and wrapped it in old bed sheets. Those were their mothers old bed sheets.
Khalif took off his rubber gloves, leaving them on the floor. He walked over to him, sitting next to him and pulling him into a hug. Aaquil froze, not doing anything. This was the first time in a long time that he received any type of affection from his brother.
"You're my little brother." Khalif spoke.
"I promised mommy I would protect you." Eventually Aaquil relaxed into his touch but felt weird when Khalif went as far as kissing his head. Then he was up again.
"I have to get rid of this, before it starts stinking up the house." He pulled his hoodie back on and threw the body over his shoulder.
"I'll be back."
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"I'll be back, Khalif. Mommy has to go look for her phone in the car. Just sit here and eat your ice cream." His mother said. He did as told and made himself comfortable on the bench while licking at his ice cream.
It was hot out today, and he sat in the shade while watching the other kids play on the play ground. His mommy said that he was small for his age, but he would grow to his full potential. Whatever that meant. His grandma says it too so it must be ok.
A rock hit him on the side of his head, making his ice cream fall onto a hill of ants. He squatted down, staring at the little bugs in fascination . His mommy told him not to play with bugs but he couldn't help but to be interested in them. His sight was stolen by a sneaker coming down on the ants. When the shoe lifted, the ice cream was smooshed, some ants were crawling away while the rest laid perfectly still.
Somehow Khalif already knew what had been done. And isn't that the perfect image of life and death?
Finally, he raised his head. The kid was bigger than him, no doubt. But he had snot running down his nose and a mean look on his face.
"Why'd you do that?" Khalif asked. To which the boy replied with-
"Because I felt like it!" Then he kicked Khalif in the nose. Khalif fell from his squatted position. His nose was bleeding so he kicked the boy between the legs and he crumpled to the ground, tears spilling out his eyes.
"Khalif! What did you do?" His mother came and snatched him up.
"He was messing with me." Khalif defended. His mommy sighed and dragged him back to the car and talked on and on about how she didn't want him fighting.
He never went back to the park.
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"Mr. Brown?"
"Mr. Brown?" The flash light in his eyes made him come out of his memories. Instead he stared at the floor with his eyes wide and a sickly sweet smile on his lips.
"Yes I'm sorry. I was having a flash back." He finally looked up at the officer.
"These flashbacks happen often?" The officer asked, making Khalif squint his eyes.
"I'm not sure why that would matter to you but yes, they do." The officer cleared his throat because of this snappy reply.
"Yeah so if you could just keep the noise down." Apparently one of their old ass neighbors heard he and his brother shouting at each other and called for a noise complaint.
"Of course," he responded with the same wicked smile, then closed the front door without another word.
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I like this. I like the idea of Khalif being like a psychopath. It oddly makes me excited 😂 anyway if you want more of this then I have to get some reads on this. I wasn't at least 1k😬 ik we can do it guys because I've had that many reads on one of my imagines. I forget which one🤔 but yeah. Read it up and then get more people to read it up😊 this was roughly 2,000 words.