Not your typical story

I had found Ashley's house with not a lot of trouble. I parked my car down the street, as to not raise any alarms. I was wearing simple clothes, blue jeans, gray vans, gray beanie, and a black shirt. I looked out of place standing in this neighborhood, with it's big houses and fancy cars. I didn't have a clear idea of what I was going to do, until I seen a person walk past me with a dog.

I managed to sneak around to the back of the house, where I found double doors cracked open, reveling a pretty nice set up. He had a big flat screen T.V with tan furniture. "Dude can I help you," A voice behind me said. I spun around to find my self looking at Ashley. He had black jeans on, flip flops, and no shirt. I mentally roll my eyes. Man-whore. "Um yeah, I live down the road and my dog got out. I was cashing him and seen him run back here...." I quickly lied. Damn I'm good. I seen that Ashley was looking me up and down. "Nope, haven't seen any dogs run back here. Sorry." I tried my best to look sad. "Ok well sorry for interrupting," I sighed. I turned around and started to walk off. "Hey um if you want you can come inside and I can help you." I smiled wickedly when he wasn't looking at me. Let's play big boy.

I sat at the bar in the kitchen with a glass of water in front of me. Ash pulled out his phone and started texting someone. As soon as he put his phone up mine, well Belladonna's, phone dinged. He looked at me funny. "How.." He started. "Surprise mother fucker," I muttered and picked up the stool I was sitting on and beat him over his head. He grunted and dropped like a bag of bricks. I couldn't help but laugh a little bit. "Why," A now bleeding Ashley asked weakly. I walked around the bar and stood over him. "Well you see," I started and pulled out a skinning knife I had, "I know what you have done, and what you owe people ... and seeing as you think you are soo high and mighty, well I am here to show you, you aren't." He tried to crawl away, but seeing as I just shit whipped him with a stool, he was dazed. I opened a draw and pulled out a big knife, like the ones for cutting meat, with the jagged edges, and stuck it in his right calf muscle. He went to scream but I stopped him by shoving a hand towel in his mouth. Ashley tried to use his hands to pull it out but forgot that he was holding himself up, and ended up smacking his head on the stone floor. "Damn you are stupid," I laughed. I don't know where the sudden evil thing came from me, and it scared me a little. "Pwees dant..." Ashley pleaded through the cloth. I looked down at him, "I'm sorry its either you die, or the girl I love does." As I brought the knife close to his throat I seen, recollection and understandment pass through his eyes, before I slit his throat, spilling his blood. I huffed as I stood up. I grabbed the knife I stabbed in his leg, the bar stool, the cloth, and the glass. No need for finger prints. I was about to walk out the house, when I heard his phone go off. I walked back and grabbed that too. "Almost done," I whispered, "almost." I looked over at Ashley's dead body, "Sorry big boy, but you didn't play by the rules to start." I walked out of his house and to my car. I had to get back to Belladonna.

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