Bitter Love

Have you ever crossed paths with a murderer?

I have.

And I foolishly fell in love.


1. Bin Bags.


The knife pierced through her skin. She cried out in pain. I clasped my hand over her mouth. God she was a noisy bitch. I clamped my steady hands around her neck and in one fluent motion, sent the screaming girl to her grave. Snapping the neck, killing the poultry.





I swung my back pack halfheartedly over my shoulder. Man, school is such a chore. Moreover, collage. I sighed a trudged out of my flat. Locking the door behind me. As I set the key in the lock, I noticed someone else exiting also. He was locking the door, a large bin bag, mingled with other smaller bin bags, flung over his shoulder. Who has that much trash? Obviously this guy. I chuckled at the thought of such things. He looked up and smiled casually at me. He had such white, perfect teeth. His black hair, shaggy and long, messy, like he had no incentive to sort it. He was thin, and rather lanky, but he looked like he might be strong. Maybe some abs were hiding under that shirt... Hmmm. I shook myself mentally and waved awkwardly. I then looked at the ground and walked on. I was such a douche. I was heading for the elevator when I heard him following me.

Following me?! Why the hell is he following me?!

I realised he also had places to be, and apparently, trash to dump. I took a deep breath and sighed as I waited for the elevator. I was becoming paranoid. He flung one of his hands into his jeans. His posture all slouched, hips lent to one side. His jeans. Skinnies, black, probably by some brand I couldn't afford. I realised I was staring at his pants. He looked down at me with wide eyes. They were a piercing blue. I felt a sweat take over me, his eyes burrowing into my flesh. I sighed loudly as I entered the elevator. Unfortunately mystery man entered too. we huddled into the small box. He dumped the bags and ran a hand through his messy hair, not taming it in the slightest.

"You go to St. Lands?" He spoke. His voice like velvet, seductive. Piercing through my skin like a heroine dart. I was addicted I wanted more I-SHUT UP- yes mind, that would be wise. I nodded.

"Yeah. Unfortunately." A smile broke past his pale lips. 

"Is it that bad?" He looked over to me his eyes scrunched slightly towards the left, as his crooked half smile hit me. Holy baby Jesus.

"I guess, why?" He looked down, biting his lip. STOP IT STOP IT PLEASE! I blinked away my insanity. 

"I'm starting today." He sent a full kilowatt smile my way. I do believe my heart stopped momentarily. 

"R-really? Awesome." He shrugged. 

"Sounds more like I'm entering yet another hell hole." His smile faltered. Then disappered back to Mr mysterious. "Nate."

"Huh?" I'm so uncool.

"The names Nate." He smiled. 

"Elexis." I bit at my own lip, anxious if my subtle movements were as inflicting as his. 

"Nice to meet you. I'm sure we'll be... Great... Friends." He chuckled darkly to himself. That's a little creepy. I shrugged it off. 

"Of course." I beamed. I looked down at his thin pale hands, though firm and strong as he grabbed the bin bags. the larger one looking oddly like...

Then I noticed the red on his hand. Its red liquidy state, slightly dry, stain like in places. Deep crimson red. Was that... Blood? He followed my gaze and hesitated, before looking back up at me.

"Ah... Ketchup." He brought the hand to his lips and licked it. His lips endorsing in a lick of deep red. He bit at the spot where it had been. He came a little closer as he grappled with the bags. "Yum." I froze. 

"K-k-ketchup?" He smiled casually over his shoulder as he exited the block of flats. Bin bags over his shoulder. That bag still looked so much like....

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