Chapter 2: Death Wish?
Flora dresses in her typical crop top and jean. She wore her brand-new sneakers. She knew Nathan too well that it's his duty is to warn them and get his favorites food afterward. Meaning they definitely get out of this slaughtering again. Slaughter-Again, Flora furrows her brow thinking about it.
After dressing herself, she heard the bell rang on the door.
At least someone knows how to knock; in this case, they rang the bell.
<i>Ahh, Manners! I see. -Flora</i>
Walking out of her room, she looks at Steph. They nodded at each other. Steph gave Flora a jar of peanut butter and a spoon.
Flora just looks at her best friend. Giving her an 'are-you-serious-or-are-you-having-fun-with-me' look. While Stephanie just returns the face of 'yes-or-else-you'll-be-using-you-own-hand-and-broke-your-already-short-nails.'
She took it as Steph turns and skips into the kitchen room. Flora thought to herself how she gets to be best friend with Stephanie, crazy and one of the best killers. Unbelievable.
Flora rushed to spray some lavender air freshener to avoid the reeking smell of blood.
Flora opens the door and meets a pair of blue eyes. Flora was so frustrated with these guys. Both Flora and Stephanie don't want to clean any more blood.
It's really tiring.
Stephanie is in the kitchen, waiting next to the window. She knows too well that these men will be like the poor souls that weren't souls 45 minutes ago. Meanwhile, Flora trying to convince the guy standing in front of her that she lives here with her best friend.
"So ermm hi. I'm Antonio. We just opened the restaurant down below."
Flora smirked as he doesn't make an effort to hide his own name. Maybe he is, but her guts telling her otherwise.
But he did lie that he owns a restaurant. His accent was strong. From City T, maybe?
Flora just plays along with this conversation. As she speaks, she put a mouthful of peanut butter in her mouth. "Oh hi, sure! I would love to try some. So, I guess you're here to promote your restaurant. I'm sure definitely gonna try it tonight." If there really is a restaurant and the guy won't be dead.
Flora was about to close the door, but Antonio put his foot between the door.
<i>What's this? Someone has a death wish- She thought. </i>
"Wait! What's your name? For such a pretty face of yours, you should let me in your house."
<i>What in the world is wrong with his head? Letting you inside my house when I'm a girl? Do you think I'm dumb? Now I have no regrets. -She thought again. </i>
Flora pretends to play as an innocent and making him thinks he guilt trip her but her inside already erupted in laughter. He is playing as a playboy.
<i>I see where we're going. To cut it short, I'll let you in.-Flora</i>
"Ah, I see, how rude of me. Please come in." Flora leads him to sit in the living room.
Antonio overwhelms with a lavender air freshener that he almost sneezes.
"My name is Dilly. I just move in here like ermmm… last week." Flora then walked to the TV and turned it off while Antonio is seated.
Flora was trying to be polite to him before giving him his last warmth before his death suffocates him.
"Dilly? What a nice name. although it's rare." He commented.
<i>Trying to be a charmer? Fucking Disgusting– she thought again.</i>
"My mom named it after the flower. Daffodil." She said.
<i>She wishes.</i>
"But my friends call me Dilly. I don't know…. I think it's a boy name. What would you like to drink?" Flora breaking the tension.
"Oh, just water, please. I see you have a nice house." He looks around. Antonio starts to have weird feelings. Why does a young girl like her let him in easily? She doesn't look like Stephanie. Maybe he's in the wrong house.
Flora walks into the kitchen while yelling back. "Oh, thank you, and actually, I just made some black tea. Why don't you try some?"
"Oh sure, yes, thank you."
Just as Flora went to wherever she went, Antonio rushes to look around and try to find something suspicious as he kept his tracks with his mates all the time. So far, so good, the house was clean, but the odd thing was the smell. He can smell the fresh blood coated under the lavender air freshener.
Of course, he knew.
He thought maybe he might be in the wrong apartment. Meanwhile, Flora was pouring the black tea. She then pulls the towel that she just wipes the blood off the men and squeezed it into the tea. The tea turns pale red. Steph was smiling at Flora while wiping the knives one by one. They both know the man in their house would search for something odd, but luckily, they had cleaned everything.
The bathroom that was full of men was locked. Steph is sure that not until her best friend kills Antonio, the other won't come in.
Flora washes her hands then walks right back in. She sees that Antonio had settled back in his original spot.
"Here you are," she said as she served the tea.
Antonio drank it. Flora smirked because Antonio would think that she would put poisons in him or something. He was prepared, but nothing happens.
Flora just eats another mouthful of peanut butter. Then, as the spoon was still in her mouth, Antonio asked her.
"What did you put in this tea? It tastes unique. I've tasted black tea before but not like this one."
"It's just black tea."
"Really? That's weird. Because I know black tea wouldn't smell like this."
"Of course. I added some blood in it." Flora said nonchalantly
"You what?!!!" with that, Antonio pull out his gun, which was hidden behind his pocket, and point directly at Flora. The cup fell on the ground. Broken. 'Great! Another Steph favorites.' Flora thought.
"I added some blood in it," Flora repeated her words.
"Who are you? You're not Stephanie!" He yelled. Flora gave him a pleasant smile then,
She grabs the spoon in her mouth, licked the peanut butter clean, and raised her hand up to throw her spoon. Then in a blink of an eye, the spoon is inside skull Antonio's. In minutes the kitchen window broke, as Flora knows that the men already broke in.
The front door burst open with men rushing in. They are armed. Flora needs to remind herself that she would need a soundproof apartment next time if she gets out of this shitty situation. Or maybe the soundproof apartment won't hold the sounds of the guns.
Where's the physics?
<i>Think about the physics later, girl! Guns are pointing at you. - Her mind mocked.</i>
Oh well, guesses she needs to be quick.
The neighbor might call the police already for the loud noises they made. Perhaps, but today there is a festival going on on the other side of the town. There are no people around the area. If there is, and the police were alerted, it might take a while due to narrow neighborhood roads and congestion.
The men still try to catch up with their surroundings.
Flora counted them. She learned so quickly; she doesn't need to recheck the number. 15. Flora sighs as she stands there. 'Why does she always have to take care of more men than Steph?'
The men look so confused. They see Antonio lying dead on the floor. They didn't think an armorless and empty-handed girl can kill the man. But when they see the spoon in his skull. They gulped.
Flora looked at them with bored eyes, and then she just shatters the glass table. One of the men was about to fire her, but pieces of glass were thrown at them. So they go around the sofa, and some just run and hide while they open fire.
<i>Damn it! Now I have to really hurry. - Flora thought.</i>
She kills one by one. She slit some of their throats, and some she would just knock them off and cut their wrist. She can't let them survived. It's cruel that she would just be selfish.
For herself. For someone who asked her to stay alive. Just because, she guessed.
After the chaos, Stephanie just walks in as she scowled. "Oh My god! They broke my favorite glasses table too. God! My cup! Flora!"
"Well, not them; it was me, but anyway," Flora said. She notices Antonio's hands have a familiar tattoo.
A scorpion tattoo. Why so cliché? Why can't they think of another symbol? - Flora thought.
"What!" Steph bursts at her words.
"Oh well, let's go wash our hands and let's go to get some refreshments at a Café or something." Flora just suggested and walks to the kitchen with 4 men lying dead on the kitchen floor while blood spilled everywhere, even on the tab.
After they changed their clothes once again,
"Don't forget to bring your suitcase," Stephanie warned her. But then she asked Flora. "How much did you kill, babe?"
"15 and include Antonio; it's gonna be 16." Flora walks out of the kitchen.
"Hey Steph, let's go before we're going to be famous on TV." Flora turned off the TV.
"I know." Steph smiled.
Arnold just walked in with his crews.
He looks around at the house and then looks at them.
"I want triple." He said with a dull, bland face.
"Deal. Call us after you're done." Flora said.
He nodded and told his crews to start cleaning.
And off they walk and leave Steph's apartment for good. Arnold does his job so well they never have to worry about it.
It really is their lucky day. The town is ghosted.
They quickly go to the other side of town, join the parade, and then pulled their luggage to a café along the street.
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