Not As It Seems
A slender woman, with hair as dark as night, her skin a light shade of caramel, her smile so radiant and captivating. She looked like she was in her late twenties or early thirties. Clementine Barfields was her name. She was without a doubt stunning. Too bad she was a serial killer!
“I don’t think I’ve properly introduced myself. I’m Ms. Field. What might your names be?”
Who’s Field? Well, that’s Clementine. Clementine Barfields. The psychopath gave herself the nickname Field’s. Simply because she couldn’t go around telling everyone all of her personal information. Come on now...she isn’t stupid.
The little girl with the freckles and the unmistakable brown eyes said, "I’m April and this is my sister June "What is your parents name? July and August?
“Ms. Fields, how old are you?” April asked her, with genuine curiosity.
April, June, and Field’s were headed inside the house now, everyone walking in sync.
The real question is how did Field’s get here. Well, it’s quite a strategic plan, frankly. Field’s played the part as the homeless hitchhiker, alluring them with her captivating smile and just like that. This naïve family opened their home to her.
June hit April on the arm, "Don’t ask her that, it’s rude.”
“It’s alright. I’ll tell you if you tell me, okay?”
April went first, "Well, I’m ten.”
“And I’m twelve and three quarters. I’m practically a teenager!” June squealed.
Field’s let herself laugh at June’s last comment, "I’m thirty-one.”
The small talk bit is one of her best tactics. Interacting with the people she planned to kill, learning new information about them, their family, their interests. It gave her a cover story and insight on her prey’s capabilities. While Field was thinking, she came to the conclusion that she had to take immediate action. She needed to take this gullible family out as soon as possible. She strikes tonight.
TO BE CONTINUED...
