Beautiful Girl

Station Square. A beautiful city. A city where dreams are possible and chances can take you far in life. It's also a city that proves to be the perfect hunting ground for me.

I was driving down Western Bee St., an unfavorable area in the city. Gangs, trash, and prostitutes littered the area. This was a place that most normal people would avoid at all cost.

But to me, this was paradise.

Driving slowly along the road, I caught site of a beautiful thing: a young squirrel girl standing at the end of the sidewalk. The only things surrounding her were a bordered up smoke shop and older buildings with broken out glass giving view to a dark void within the buildings.

The girl was standing, tapping her foot and slugging her expensive Chanel bag over to her other arm. She was tapping away at her phone, the glowing blue light illuminating a face of pure annoyance.

Hmm, the bratty-type? So hard to find in these areas, but when spotted they prove to be a perfect snack.

I pulled up to her, rolled down my while trying to hide the little dribble that was seeping from the side of my mouth, and gave her a genuine smile. Well, a smile almost genuine to be truthful.

At first she ignored me. It was an action that always gave me a rise.

The after a few minutes of silence she finally looked at me. Bright hazel eyes staring directly at my own. Hazel? I haven't tried hazel before. The city is truly a place for experiences.

"Can, I help you creep?" The girls tone matched her face.

My smile fells a little, as if hurt by her harsh words.

"I'm sorry. I was just a little worried that you seemed lost. Not many people with your, attire come to this part of town." I spoke with a soft-edge to my voice.

The girl puffed up, taking in her rather expensive wardrobe choice into slight consideration. But even so, she didn't seem convinced.

"So what's your point?"

"Ah, well I was wondering if you wanted a lift to the train station or something. It'd leave a bad taste in my mouth if I knew a girl such as yourself were stuck in this part of town, alone." I allowed my words to stutter. Women don't usually take nervous men seriously. A fact that I've learned from watching plenty of weak-willed men try to wow women.

The girl's eyes just glared at me until she moved the light of her phone to shine in my face.

Even with the bright flash skewing my vision could make out the changes in her face. Her cheeks were starting to flush, her posture was becoming more pronounced as her bust was coming forward more. She gradually moved the light away from my face and inched, just ever so closer to my car window.

Thank Chaos I was born handsome.

I could tell the girl's demeanor change from defensive to sex driven.

"Not many guys worry about a girl like me, a lot." The girl's voice had a sickly, seductive air to it.

I gave her a dumbfounded look. "Not, many, guys? Y-you're not a prostitute are you?"

"No! I'm not a fucking prostitute!" I gave a false flinch as the girl's outburst made me crawl with excitement. She has such a beautiful voice. I cannot wait to make her say more in that voice later tonight.

"No. I'm sorry. What I meant was, my only reason here is because my jerk of a boyfriend ran off with some floosy, and left me. Not many girls are offered help in my situation, so I was hoping I could still take you up on that offer?" The squirrel girl's arms fell as she looked to the side for a moment.

I gave her another pseudo-smile. "Of course. The train stop is only a couple of blocks away. But those heels of yours look pretty unforgiving." The girl giggled and jogged over to the passenger side of my car.

The moment she sat down and closed the door, I locked it. The girl looked barely fazed by the action.

I started to drive the car and left the bleak alleyway.


Waking up the next morning, I did my usual routine: shower, brush my teeth, get dressed, and watched some of the local news.

Work was in an hour so I made my way to the attic. The attic was used to store my seasonal items and things I didn't quite have use for. I really didn't like throwing out my stuff.

I made my way past boxes towards the end of the attic were an unusually large metal freezer sat. I slowly opened the freezer doors and smiled, a truly delighted smile this time.

Before me were cut up pieces of my past "mates." Arms, legs, innards, and all sorts of things were placed in separate areas in my freezer. But there was only one thing that remained whole in my freezer. Well mostly whole.

The young fox girl stared directly at my eyes like the night before, but this time we both were experiencing different emotions, and also different looks.

The girl's face and body were stitched up, as our activities last night required me to get a little rough. Every time she didn't scream properly she'd lose a piece of herself, literally. The last piece she lost was one of her beautiful hazel eyes. But even with the damage she had she still grasped on the tiny fibers of life.

I smiled at her, and kissed her on the cheek. I waved and said, "good night." Like I always do to my "mates" and closed the freezer door.

She was such a beautiful girl.


Well if you haven't guest it yet, this wonderful little chapter is in the POV of our handsomely, psychotic serial killer. This is so fun to write (and so demented). Is it bad that I feel that the most fun chapters I'll be writing for this fic might be the ones involving grotesque murder? Hopefully not!

Don't forget to R&R, it's like ecstasy for the writer's soul~