The Killing #3

It's the return of The Killing!

It's being a while since I last wrote about The Killing. This time, it's not because someone really annoyed me, but it made me laugh. 

I told to myself that I should never kill any exboyfriends. Well, why not? (he reads my blog, at least sometimes... let's see if YOU are reading this my darling)

But first, how did this start? 

Well... let's put this way: there are facts and fictions. How many, I wouldn't tell, but this guy... Jesus. He made me laugh, even though he was being a jerk. 

Ok! I will start the writing.

He was at the white room. The mirror in the wall was turning his shapes in horrific human forms. In one step he was a beautiful creature, in the other he was the man everybody saw: a person that was always changing, always in weird moods: or too romantic, or a completely cold bastard, but always a psycho, even though he hide it very well. 

But he let clues behind. He loved to be followed by the police. Always a step ahead. 

But not this time. All because he was hunting in somebody else territory.

He crossed the room, watching himself in the mirror. He loved himself. Loved his hair, black and his blue eyes. Just like an angel. An angel from hell. 

And hell was coming. 

She walked fierce in the room. 

He smiled. He was waiting for her. She was in his trap.

But she wasn't. She knew what coming to that place would mean: her death, maybe. 

She was ready, if that was her destiny. But she would take him with her. And she was ecstatic. 

If she died, he also would. 

The room was almost dark, outside, the moon was rising. 

She smiled. He always chose the best night to kill. 

"You came", he said also smiling.

"Of course. I miss you", she replied. 

He get closer, hiding the knife in his hand. 

She saw his moves, the smile in his lips, the passion in his eyes. 

He kissed her, enjoying the moment. 

She didn't waste her moves. 

She grabbed his long black hair, puting his head down, and then gave him a knee. Stepped away two foot. Waiting for his attack. 

He just look at her with blood in his nose.

He was quiting. She wouldn't allow it. 

She grabbed his hair one more time, dragging him throw the floor. She put him on his feet. He should see himself dying. 

"Attack me"

"No", he said smiling again. 

So that was how he killed. He enjoyed to see his victims fighting for their lives. That was why she came out of it alive, because she didn't fight. 

But she wasn't like him. She wouldn't be waiting for his attack. 

She smiled at him in the mirror and he understood that he wouldn't be out there alive.

"Kill me"

"I will", she said after hiting his head against the mirror. 

The forms of the monster crashed in thousand pieces, just like her.

He crawl through broken mirror, cuting his hands. His amazing hands, that control so many lives.

He still had the knife. How could she not see it?

He rush to stand. She had stopped, still smiling. 

He watch her. She was just waiting for his attack. He wouldn't, he prefer to die by his own hands. He raised the knife and end with his own life.

She disappear while his life escape...