If only... (Greenbeads, Ms. Breeze)

Althea Thyme

I raised my eyebrow at the girl and said, "Hm... your good at that. I'll probably have to kill them later though." I added the last part absentmindedly. I already had a key made to unlock their door. It wasn't to hard to get one made. I could even make them myself.

I gestured for the girl to come inside. When she was in I yawned and went into the kitchen. When I was done with the dishes I went into my small room and grabbed a pair of jeans that would fit the girl and an extra shirt. I went back into the main room and threw the cloths in her random direction.

I sat in a chair near the TV and said, "No hookers in my house. Not even people dressed like them. You can go change in there." I said waving vaguely in the direction of my room. When I had seen the girl dressed in that memories of my mom had come back. I'd prefer that those stayed in the reservoir of hate I contained in both my heart and head.

Althea Thyme

I smiled. It wasn't a nice smile. It was a smile that said, you-should-be-afraid. I had proof alright, proof was one of my favorite parts.

I got up from the chair and walked over to the kitchen. Rummaging through one of the drawers I found what I was looking for. It was the bag I brought proof back in. It was pretty big and right now was weighed down by something inside of it. I also grabbed the eye ball off the kitchen counter. Walking back into the main room I tossed the eyeball at her absently.

"Proof 1, the five year old child that was the daughter of my victim." I had taken especial pleasure in that. Since the kid started bawling. It was also amusing listening to my victim cry out for the safety of his daughter. begging and pleading for me to let her live. Then every time he said something or cried out in pain I would shoot the girl. In a limb nothing that would kill her. Then the girl would start crying. Eventually the guy had gotten the point to shut up, that was after the five year-old had bled to death though. Oh well.

I snapped back to reality and undid the strings that held the bag closed. Reaching my hand in I pulled out the proof and threw it at Ever.

"Proof 2," I said smiling, "The victims bloody brain." I wiped my now bloody hand off onto my sweats then sat down on the chair. This was why I had gotten red furniture.

I looked over at Ever and asked, "Is that proof enough for you?"

Althea Thyme

I listened to Telo screaming furiously. I had heard it before. She kept telling me not to kill the kids, I kept ignoring her. It was a really big cycle actually. Sighing I examined ,my finger nails in boredom. When Telo was done I just looked up at her and said, "Yeah yeah Telo."

I could tell she was about to blow a gasket. I rolled my eyes again.

It was just the way I was. Sadly the only joy that could be derived from this cruel life of mine was the deaths of others. In my mind I was saving these kids from a horrible world. Or at least that was my excuse. In reality I just thought it was fun. I was a killer. I wasn't hired to be nice. Hello, not only do I get the best job in the world, killing people, I got paid for it. Might as well have fun as well. My 'fun' was killing the children. That was just how it was.