I'm just a kill machine and I don't work for nobody but...everybody!!

My first contract was the more easy and stupid one. Maine introduce me to my victim, I shook his hand and bam…nobody’s home !!

The power in my hand hit me but never hurt me anymore.

Say hello to the girl that I am !!

 

 

I remember most of my crimes like a game I played.

One day, I came into a little town in the middle of the Utah american state. Alone. I knew that my target was a pedophile never catch by police, not enough evidences, and I counted in my sixteen years old appearance, even if I was eigtheen, to entice him. A flowerfull dress, my hair in a blond wig (hey ! I was a secret murder agent so I could acting like Jane Bond !) and a lolly pop in my mouth…It was eleven o’clock. I walked to him with tears on my eyes (I already teached you how to do it), Maine was in the car, waiting. I took time to get wet under the rain first, I really wanted to be good actress, to have pleasure in cold hand murder.

« Lost ». I told him with my worst accent. I saw shiny sparkles in his pervers eyes. Getcha !

He by-passed his counter and approched me, paternaly. « You’re frozen little thing ! he said. Follow me I have some towels in the defer room ! » and he put gently his arm around my shoulders, touching it delicatly. One second, two second…he fell down, straight…dead !!

I looked at him, smiling : « Sucker !! ». Then I went to the counter, opened it, took two paquet of cigarettes and ran outside. Get into the car, the lights was still on, burnt a stick of death and told Maine calmly : « Done. Start the car !

-         Did you kill him ?

-         Yep.

-         Don’t you know what cigarette will kill you ?! ». I didn’t answer, kept looking the passenger window. « Plume, do you here me ? M’entends tu ? Eteins cette cigarette !

-         No, Maine, no. Je tue, je fume, je bois. I kill, I smoke…

-         I get it…but I don’t want you to smoke ! Tu es toujours mineur ici !

-         T’as de la chance que je sois pas bourrée !!

-         Bourrée ?

-         Drunk ! You’re lucky I’m not drunk !! Give me a break, I just killed a man !!

-         A bad man !

-         Still a man…j’ai tué un homme…

-         Tu t’y feras ! You’ll get use to it !

-         I know, je sais…c’est bien le problème…

-         What ?

-         I already don’t care about killing !

-         I’m sorry for you !

-         Come on ! C’est des conneries !

-         Conneries ?

-         Maine ! Do you really understand french ? Do you ?!

-         We don’t learn familiar language ! Only, the best…jeune demoiselle !

-         Bullshits ! Conneries !!

-         Why ? Pourquoi ?

-         PAR-CE-QUE…because, the agency wants me to kill, sans remords ! Now, I know why they wanted to help me…Ils voulaient pas m’aider les salops…and don’t ask me the meaning of salop !

-         I know this one, thanks…They really try to find a antidote !!

-         I know…but still…still I’m just a experience…juste une putain d’experience…

-         Come on, sweetie…

-         How could you be so kind and work for them ? Je comprends pas !

-         How could you be so pretty and so dangerous ? Life is like it is ! C’est comme ça !

-         Can we stop speak about it…please…

-         Why don’t you sleep a little bit ?!

-         Yep, a murder, a cigarette, and a nap…my life suck !

-         Think about something else…like poney !

-         Maine, j’ai pas dix ans merde ! I’m not a kid !

-         Until you’re twenty one, you’re my kid !! Je vais prendre soin de toi, ok ?

-         Got no choice ! Anyway…good night…

-         Don’t let the bugs…

-         Oh, shut up mommy ! ». I opened my window and throw up the cigarette…in fact, I never like it but it was nervous. After a bad thing, I needed another, less worst, just to feel the smoke in my body…just feeling bruning inside and outside…just to get close to hell…step by step…

I’m coming Satan, keep me a sit on you left side !!