Pretty In Red, Killing Spree In White

Ryder

It was too dark, I couldn't see. I left the house of the mayor as soon as possible though.

I was out of breath, but had a small laughter as I ran.

I heard a scream from the house I just left, and ran into an alley and smeared the red lipstick off my lips.

"Disgusting", I shuddered a bit thinking about what happened, I took off my gloves and put them in my pocket.

"I'll burn these when I get home..." I whispered to myself.

I heard foot steps coming from across the alley.

There was an uncontrollable laughter coming from whoever that was.

"Drunken idiot."

"Hey there... Pretty boy..." The drunk man slurred his words.

I didn't move, I glared at the man.

He took a few steps forward almost falling over.

"You know... You are veryyyyy pretty..."

I scuffed.

"Attitude... I like it!" He ran to me.

I reacted fast, I jumped up and swiftly gave him a round kick.

"Oops my bad, I'm such a bad boy." I snarled.

I spit in his face and walked over the passed out drunk man.

"Disgusting like the mayor."

I walked out the alley and checked if anyone was around. Fortunately, there was no one, it was safe for me to walk back home.

It wasn't far, just a couple of blocks down the street, but the lights on the street barely gave any light and no car came down this street often. It was really dark.

No light needed, I knew my way around the streets of this neighborhood more than anyone.

I reached for my keys to open the door to my house, it wasn't extravagant even though I could afford a better one with the pay I get, but I didn't need anything else than this.

I was greeted by a meow, I bent down to get my fat cat.

"Hey King." I pet my cat.

I looked for a black spotted furball and saw my rabbit on the couch.

"Good you guys didn't leave me to rot alone." I kissed the top of my cat's head and put him on the floor again.

I went to the chimney and opened the glass window of it, threw my blood stained gloves in and turned on the flame.

I knew my job was illegal, I'm a hitman what can I say, but I liked to be known in some way.

Either if people questioned if I was a man or a woman, if I had a grudge or was straight up insane.

I didn't care, my name was out there, "Kiss and Kill has struck again, in the mayor's house." A news reporter announced.

The news spread fast it wasn't even an hour ago since I killed him. I held a notebook and pen in my hand as I watched, taking notes on the scene.

Ironically I was an investigator, I guess that's how dumb people can be if they can't find someone under their noses.

As I took notes my phone rang, I held it to my ear and sandwiched it with my shoulder.

"Hello, Ryder speaking."

"Mr. Chor we need you in the office. We think we might know how the killer is." The chief of the investigative department reported.

"Thanks chief, I'll be there in ten." I hung up.

I sighed, "Bunch of idiots."

Kissing my pets good-bye and grabbing my keys, I shouldered my messenger bag and walked out the door.

I hopped on my motorcycle and revved up the engine going in the direction of my day job.