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This is a short story that I wrote a little while ago called "Disappointed". It is written as a monologue and since there is only one person speaking I didn't use quotations but the actions of the speaker are marked with asterisks. I really hope you enjoy!!!
Do you know how rare female serial killers are? They're certainly not as common as their male counterparts. Nor are they as violent. I myself prefer to use the poison tertrodotoxin from the poisonous tiger blowfish. It took me awhile to find my niche. I tried a few poisons before I used this one.
*Holds up a little glass bottle*
But when I discovered it…
The fear that creeps into their eyes sends a pleasurable chill down my spine. Not a sexual chill down my spine. By no means does watching a person suffocate to death due to the toxin's effects turn me on. It's a different kind of satisfaction.
*Eyes gleaming reminiscently*
It all started with the boy next door. I’m sure for most people that would be the beginning of a beautiful love story. But for me, and later down the road for him, it turned out to be a tragedy.
*Bites lip and smiles remembering*
I was a sweet, cute, little thing before we moved in next to him. My father, like most of the men in my life, was a disappointment. He never really knew how to take control. So, from an early age I viewed men as weak, feeble, and incapable of holding a family together.
*Lifts eyebrow and sneers*
Jason, on the other hand, was anything but weak. Even at the young age of thirteen I could see how different he was from my father. I could see the difference in character just by looking into his eyes. Being young and naïve, I was enamored by Jason and his beautifully mischievous, green eyes. He was only a year older than me, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary that we became close.
I followed him around like a lost puppy-dog hungry for every bit of his attention. Trusting him, of course, was a mistake.
*Rubs back of neck and laughs*
How dumb we all were once.
*shakes head to rustle hair*
He was never really nice to me. He called me names, hit me, shared me with his buddies. That never really bothered me. I wanted him to take control. I wanted him to be the man my father never was.
*Glares at the gagged man tied to the chair in front of her. Hits him in the thigh with the horse whip she has in her hand*
Are you listening to me? Here I am trying to tell you a story and you’re not even paying attention!
*Hits him a again*
Now, where was I? Right. The man my father never was.
Jason was cruel and devoted many hours to tormenting those he believed to be inferior to him. For several years I was the only girl. For four years I endured the slapping, degrading name calling and painful intercourse that he bestowed on me.
*Twists the whip in her hand*
When he left for college I barely heard from him. Then the following summer Jason brought another girl home. I watched them from my bedroom window walk from his car to his front door and immediately noticed a change in him.
*Makes a disgusted face*
He was sweet, attentive, and loving. Never in my life had I experienced such pain and agony. He was no longer the man I thought he was. He was no longer the strong, forceful man he used to be. No. He was a disappointment. And it was then and there that I began to devise a plan.
Now, if there are two things that I learned from Jason it was how to lie and inflict pain. Both of which I am good at. I waited a few days after their arrival before I went to his house. He, of course, with the new bitch being around, never sought me out.
With my best smile and sweetest disposition I went over and introduced myself. Jason was so altered that had I not spent so many years under his thumb I never would have recognized him. That new wench he had by his side was no prettier than me. Her hair and eyes were almost the same color as mine. But she was sweet and cutesy.
I suggested that the three of us go out together that night. Jason looked uncomfortable, but the girl, whose character was so unlike my own, thought it would be fun.
Now, near my old neighborhood there is this road that everyone called “Dead man’s curve”. Some idiot or another, thinking themselves invincible, always took the curve too fast into a tree. That same year three teenagers died doing just that.
*Paces the room*
My plan was foolproof. Pretty ingenious if I do say so myself.
I pumped them so full of alcohol that God himself would have hated life the next day. Jason, being the ‘man’, drove. It was late and dark and perfectly foggy. I made sure that the curve coming back from where we drank was on the passenger’s side. I sat behind the driver’s seat and ever so wittily, for I had less than half of what they had, encouraged Jason to drive faster. And when we hit that curve it was all over. I popped both of their seatbelts off and leaned back in my seat.
We hit the tree head on. Jason’s new thing sat crushed between her seat and the oak. Jason, whose seat was just left of the tree, was thrown out the windshield. I escaped with nothing more than a scratch.
*Rubs small scar on forehead*
I was dazed at first. But I managed to get out of the car and walk the twenty or so feet where Jason lay on the road. Blood surrounded him, pouring out of several cuts he sustained from the windshield as he flew from car.
I hovered over him. The bulge in his neck told me it was broken, but I saw him blink. I got down on the ground and lay next to him, staring back into his fear-filled face. And that was the first time I saw the look of dread in anyone’s eyes. That was the first time I felt that chill of pleasure creep down my spine. And I smiled back into his eyes.
*Closes eyes and takes a deep breath, smiling*
His eyes had never glowed, had never been so full of life as they did when he lay there dying!
I didn’t have to say anything because he knew what I had done. It was a perfect moment of satisfying revenge.
I lay there next to him until I was sure his mangled body had finally let death take it. I then pulled out my phone and called for help.
*Bites nail playfully and smiles*
No one suspected a thing. All of us had been drinking, so what was there to suspect? I cried about as much as was expected of me. Nothing more. Nothing less. But when I was alone I smiled, laughed and was overcome with a sensation I had never experienced before! A new desire that I had to fulfill!
*Walks over to a table and picks up a syringe with a few cc’s of a milky liquid and walks over to the man in the chair*
The feeling of the first kill never comes back. Nothing can compare to that first high. But I tried.
My father was next a couple of years later. I spent years watching this pitiful excuse for a man destroy our family. My mother, who left us for another man, a better man, saw it, too. He was a disappointment.
*Standing behind gagged man, she rustles his hair*
I majored in chemistry in college. And the fall of my junior year I got my hands on Potassium Chloride. A substance that is untraceable in the body that causes a heart attack.
One night after coming home for the weekend I slipped it into my father’s soup.
I was going to a party at a friend’s house that night. My perfect little alibi.
Potassium chloride has a taste similar to salt so when I was fixing his dinner I used it as a salt substitute. I told him the soup would be ready in a few minutes and then left. I made sure to run a red light with a camera before I looped around and parked a few blocks away from the house, slipping in through the basement door. I was just in time, too.
I lied, telling him that I had forgotten something and noticing he hadn't eaten yet I fixed him a bowl with my secret ingredient. Then I sat and watched him eat. He made a comment on the difference in flavor but about halfway through the bowl it hit him.
It was the same look of fear in his eyes. That fear grew when he realized I wasn’t going to call for help. I merely planted a kiss on his cheek and watched as he fell face first into his soup. I then snuck back out to my car and went on my way to my friend’s house.
It wasn’t the same sensation as I got with Jason, but it filled me enough to satisfy me for the time being. I even made sure to text my father when I got to my friend’s house. I told him I stopped by Jason’s crash site first and that was why I was late getting there.
Who could argue with that?
I spent the night at my friend’s, so I couldn’t call the police until I got home the next morning. I made sure to scream which sent neighbors rushing over to my aid.
*Leans close to chair*
It was the same drill as it was with Jason. I cried when I was supposed to and laughed when I was alone.
And just like Jason and my father, I kill the men who disappoint me.
*Injects man with syringe*
*Sit back and watches*
Nothing will be as satisfying as that first high, as my first kill. But it’s easy to get a fix. Because as long as there are men on this earth I am bound to be disappointed by most of them.