"Pink."
Madison didn't say anything other than that single word, one single syllable, and it really didn't need any other explanation than itself. Our trek for this and that and the other thing had shifted to clothing now. I had the weapon. Now I needed to dress the part.
"Are you sure?" I asked, sipping from the bottle of water I'd picked up inside the mall due to a serious, sudden thirst. Madison regarded me with the 'you'd-better-not-be-questioning-me' look and I cracked a smile, shaking my head once. Of course she was sure.
"Of course, Helen. Anyway, you can't go yellow. Quentin Tarantino might catch on," Madison said with another eyebrow raise, and I laughed again with another shake of my head. It was true. Pink was my color.
Pink and black, rather.
Jade had always detested pink, but loved black. Her favorite thing was lace, particularly the black and red sorts, which had become the main reason I'd owned an outfit that I did. That bitch is still hanging in my closet, lovely as ever and always my favorite attention-snatcher. No one ever really believed that I, Helen, would purchase a corset.
Oh, how I adored proving people wrong.
Madison and I had started at one end of the city and moved to the other at a snail's pace. Neither one of us was really willing to give an inch where my outfit was concerned, rather we wanted to make sure it was perfect. As perfect as it could be. The perfect outfit for the perfect murder, I thought wryly, biting my lip to keep the smile that wanted to form from coming. It was almost frightening to me how much I was enjoying this.
Definitely more than I should have been.
One of those high class leather retailers became our next stop, and it was there that I fell in love with an article of clothing for the first time. Had I been an animated character, stars would have formed in my eyes.
Imagine now, if you will. Mandarin collar, silver zippers, waist length, and leather.
Oh, and pink.
Barbie-doll pink. Not magenta or pinkish-red, but pink. That shade that could never be mistaken for any other color besides pink.
In a matter of three seconds that bastard was off the hanger and on my person as I twirled once in front of the trio of full length mirrors in the back part of the store. My eyes were on my reflection and then shifted upwards to Madison's face in the center mirror.
"Do I pass inspection?" My voice was smooth because I knew as well as she did that there was no denying how fantastic this jacket was. It was, in an aching sort of way, perfect. But only perfect for me. I was the only person that could pull this off, and I knew it.
And Jade said I never had any self confidence!
"Charge it," Madison said with a grin, and I laughed before replacing it onto the hanger and making once more for the credit card. It was going to be an expensive day, but nothing could match the price of the satisfaction I was going to receive.
Once this was all over, that is.
Under fifteen minutes later we left the leather store – we didn't walk, we fucking strutted from that place – and Madison looked to me with the eyebrow raise once more, only this time more in question.
"Where to now?"
I thought about this for a moment, then grinned before shifting the hanging bag containing my beautiful pink leather love to my other arm.
"Chipotle," I replied, watching a smile break onto Madison's face. "It's been a long day."
Madison didn't say anything other than that single word, one single syllable, and it really didn't need any other explanation than itself. Our trek for this and that and the other thing had shifted to clothing now. I had the weapon. Now I needed to dress the part.
"Are you sure?" I asked, sipping from the bottle of water I'd picked up inside the mall due to a serious, sudden thirst. Madison regarded me with the 'you'd-better-not-be-questioning-me' look and I cracked a smile, shaking my head once. Of course she was sure.
"Of course, Helen. Anyway, you can't go yellow. Quentin Tarantino might catch on," Madison said with another eyebrow raise, and I laughed again with another shake of my head. It was true. Pink was my color.
Pink and black, rather.
Jade had always detested pink, but loved black. Her favorite thing was lace, particularly the black and red sorts, which had become the main reason I'd owned an outfit that I did. That bitch is still hanging in my closet, lovely as ever and always my favorite attention-snatcher. No one ever really believed that I, Helen, would purchase a corset.
Oh, how I adored proving people wrong.
Madison and I had started at one end of the city and moved to the other at a snail's pace. Neither one of us was really willing to give an inch where my outfit was concerned, rather we wanted to make sure it was perfect. As perfect as it could be. The perfect outfit for the perfect murder, I thought wryly, biting my lip to keep the smile that wanted to form from coming. It was almost frightening to me how much I was enjoying this.
Definitely more than I should have been.
One of those high class leather retailers became our next stop, and it was there that I fell in love with an article of clothing for the first time. Had I been an animated character, stars would have formed in my eyes.
Imagine now, if you will. Mandarin collar, silver zippers, waist length, and leather.
Oh, and pink.
Barbie-doll pink. Not magenta or pinkish-red, but pink. That shade that could never be mistaken for any other color besides pink.
In a matter of three seconds that bastard was off the hanger and on my person as I twirled once in front of the trio of full length mirrors in the back part of the store. My eyes were on my reflection and then shifted upwards to Madison's face in the center mirror.
"Do I pass inspection?" My voice was smooth because I knew as well as she did that there was no denying how fantastic this jacket was. It was, in an aching sort of way, perfect. But only perfect for me. I was the only person that could pull this off, and I knew it.
And Jade said I never had any self confidence!
"Charge it," Madison said with a grin, and I laughed before replacing it onto the hanger and making once more for the credit card. It was going to be an expensive day, but nothing could match the price of the satisfaction I was going to receive.
Once this was all over, that is.
Under fifteen minutes later we left the leather store – we didn't walk, we fucking strutted from that place – and Madison looked to me with the eyebrow raise once more, only this time more in question.
"Where to now?"
I thought about this for a moment, then grinned before shifting the hanging bag containing my beautiful pink leather love to my other arm.
"Chipotle," I replied, watching a smile break onto Madison's face. "It's been a long day."
