that was awesome. We should definitely do this again tomorrow
Alex Rogers turned his best friend and laughed a hearty laugh. After a night of partying and hanging out with a few friends the last thing on his mind was more partying. “I don’t think so.”
“Why not, tomorrow’s Friday.”
“I don’t care.”
“You have to admit tonight was fun, wasn’t it?”
Alex had to admit that all the partying was fun but it was over and all he wanted to do was go home to his apartment and go to bed. Currently, they were heading to the parking garage to go home and call it a night. “Yeah it was but I’m really tired man.”
“Tired, it’s only two in the morning.”
“I know,” the blond replied smiling, “But I have a big presentation to give in the morning and I need all the sleep I can get. Unlike you, who gets to lounge around all day because what he does doesn’t require much brain skill.”
“Hey man that’s cold. I’m an artist who takes his work very seriously.”
“Really, is that why you haven’t finished that painting you started on two weeks ago.”
The dark-haired man scowled at his friend before punching him in the shoulder. “I cannot control the rate at which I paint. I have to wait until my muse hits me.”
“Well maybe your muse should hit you more often so I don’t have to keep paying your bills. Or better yet maybe you should find a real job so I don’t have to keep paying your bills.” Alex laughed as he dodged the swing from his friend. “Dude I’m just kidding. I‘ll be happy to support you for as long as you need it. Even if that means you never get a real job.”
“What can I say, nine to five just isn’t my thing.”
“Work in general isn’t your thing.”
He pretended not to hear the comment and pulled a cigarette out from behind his ear. Pulling his lighter out of his pocket, he lit his cigarette and took a long drag before releasing the smoke from his lungs. He took another puff before talking again. “Like I said, it ain’t my thing. And besides, guys like me don’t need to work nine to five because we have other things to fall back on.”
“Really Joey, enlighten me then.”
Joey, whose real name was Joseph Macintosh, smiled at Alex as he threw an arm around his shoulder. “Well guys like me just need to rely on our charm, charisma, and most importantly our good looks.
“Hmm, well I guess two out of three ain’t bad.”
Joey frowned as his best friend, showing small signs of aggravation which caused his best friend to laugh even more.
Alex continued to laugh harder with each passing moment while Joey continued to smoke on his cigarette. He finally gained control of himself only letting out small giggles but it wasn't enough to keep his friend from frowning. “I‘m sorry Joe-”
“Very funny man,” he sniped slightly as they continued their journey to Alex’s car, a black 2009 Honda Accord. “Listen, I’m thinking of heading over to Amanda’s place for a while and you know, hang. Wanna come?”
“Joey the only thing I want to do is to go home and sleep. Like I said, I have a huge presentation in the morning.”
“Whatever dude.” Joey smiled as he gave Alex a nudge in shoulder before he started to walk off. He was a smile distance away before he looked over his shoulder and gave his friend another smile. “See ya.”
“See ya,” Alex replied in return as he watched Joey fade away out of sight. Alone, he continued his own journey to his car somewhat nervous. Turning around, he quickly checked all his surroundings before continuing his journey back to his car. The parking lot was somewhat empty but it didn’t stop the young man’s heart from racing.
Finally, after a minute of walking he found the area where he left his car and took his keys out of his pocket. Letting out a huge sigh of relief, he unlocked the doors and grabbed the handle when suddenly he heard a weird noise. He turned around but saw nothing interesting. Shrugging he made another effort to get into his car when he heard the sound again.
“Hello,” Alex called out this time as he stood up and turned around. “Anyone out there?” Taking a few steps away from his car, he checked his surroundings again and still found no one there. Letting out another nervous sigh, he made his way back to the driver side when a tap on his shoulder caused him to turn suddenly. He let out a startled cry as he found himself face to face with a man he didn’t recognize dressed in black coat with his hands in his pocket.
The strange man gave a crooked smile as he stared at Alex. “Sorry, did I scare you?”
“No,” Alex lied, not wanting the man to know how he truly felt. “You didn’t scare me.”
Alex stared at the man confused about what to say next when he realized the man was suddenly blocking his way to his door. Not wanting to waste any more time or let the man notice he was starting to get scared he decided to walk around the man to get his car. The fear grew stronger when the stranger blocked Alex’s steps with his own. No matter where the blonde tried to move the strange man continued to block’s every move he made. “Um…is there something I can help you with?” Alex asked when the man didn’t move.
The man smirked as he took one hand out of his pocket, revealing a black glove covering it and his fingers wrapped around nine inch hunting knife. “As a matter you can.”
Before Alex could say another he felt a sharp pain in the middle of his stomach. Gasping, he looked down to where the pain was coming from and realized there was something sticking out of his stomach. “What do you-”
The man remained silent, pulling the blade out the man’s stomach before sticking it in again, this time in his chest. He watched happily as his victim mumbled out different responses, pleading for help but receiving nothing. Finally Alex fell to the ground, giving out one final cry as the blood continued to pour from his body. Bending down, he pulled the knife out of the almost dead man’s stomach and wiped it clean before putting it back in his pocket.
Then he patiently listened for Alex to breathe his last breath and soon the moment came. When it finally did, he pulled a card out of his and tucked it securely into Alex’s jeans pocket; careful not to let any blood get on it. Once he was finished he stood up from the ground and slowly began walking away, admiring his work as did.