I looked the lady dead in the eyes. Her's were swimming in emotions; mine probably showed none. I had nearly forgotten the thrill of killing.
"Please! I didn't mean to!" The brunette screamed.
"You didn't mean to cheat on your husband? Oh, I'm sorry my mistake." I turned away from the quivering whore. Oh how she panted in relief; but oh, how I enjoy taking that feeling away.
I turned suddenly. My blade slicing her neck. The spray of blood coating me, and the wall behind me. Benjamin you idiot! That's how they guess the killer's height. I faced the wall, surveying the area to be my new canvas, and not only that, but decided on a gardenia as well.
I rummaged through the closet, finding a lovely green evening dress, and matching heels. I grabbed her make-up bag to give her already perfect look a touch up. I walked over to my slumped over doll. She wore a look of surprise, her mascara still running down her cheeks.
"You know, gardenias mean secret love. You could have lived, had you not been cheating tonight." I gripped the woman's chin. I finished her make-up, turning her face left and right. Perfect.
I stepped back, and looked at the scene around me. Posed on the bed was the brunette wife, her left hand over her right, displaying her wedding ring. A gardenia on the wall to her right. The pictures of her sin placed around her on the bed. Perfect.
Before I left, I made sure that I was clean, and that no trace of me was left. Walking out of the home, I took off the hairnet, gloves, and feet covers. Throwing it all in the messenger bag slung around my shoulders. Going home would be a real treat today.
Opening the door, I was hit with an herby smell. Walking into my kitchen, I found a bleach blonde 29 year old looking in the oven.
"Isaac!" I ran to the older man, wrapping my arms around his figure.
"I was hoping you would get back after I had finished dinner." Isaac said licking his thumb, and rubbing something on my jaw.
"You need to be more careful with clean up. Can't have you getting caught." Isaac explained looking back at the oven. Right as I was about to ask what was for dinner, I heard a smash coming from my studio.
Running to my haven, I threw open the door finding a similar looking face glaring at the wall. On my wall was something that Thomas hasn't found out about yet. I sketched him one night while he was asleep.
"Who is this?" The raven haired twin asked turning his death glare towards me.
"Why do you care?" I challenged. As soon as I had asked the older twin pulled me out the studio and back into the kitchen.
"Don't mess with Jamie today, he's been in a sour mood since he found out you have a roommate." Isaac explained pulling out a ravioli lasagna and garlic bread from the oven.
"I made tons, hoping that your roommate would be home for dinner as well." He explained his large quantity of food.
"Thomas will be home soon." I looked at the oven clock, feeling excited having Thomas meet my best friends.
As soon as that was said the front door unlock, hearing it being pushed open, I rushed to the little alcove.
"Welcome home." I rushed, throwing my arms around him. His instantly wrapping around me.
"Hey Benj, it seems we have an audience again today." Thomas commented. I pulled him into the living room, where Isaac and Jamie had gathered.
"Thomas, meet my best friends, Isaac and Jamie O'Hara." I introduced the twins, Isaac shaking my roommates hand, Jamie giving a curt wave.
"Benjamin, you didn't tell me that he was so handsome. Just perfect for my adorable baby brother." Isaac gushed. My face flushing instantly, while Thomas pulled me closer to him. Jamie gave his twin his worst glare yet, while said twin returned the look with a cheeky grin.
"Come now children, dinner's getting cold." Isaac announced leading us to the dining room.
"Now Benji, you'll sit between Thomas and Jamie, for obvious reasons." Isaac pulled out a chair from our round table for me. I sat down, patting the chair on my right for Thomas, who took the seat happily.
Isaac returned with the pan and bread, only to find his twin sulking in the corner of the dining room.
"Jamie sit down, please. I just want to have a normal dinner together, for once." Isaac said in a flat voice. Sensing both killers' tensions, I had to act fast.
"Come on J-Jamie, why can't t-things be l-like old t-times?" I stuttered, voice breaking as tears welled in my eyes. Jamie took notice quickly, and sat beside me, patting my arm and shushing me. I slowed my breathing and wiped my tears, everything was back to normal. Damn, I could be an actor.
We served our pieces, eating generous amounts, Thomas more than the rest. We ate in mostly silence, apart from Isaac making small talk with the FBI intern. That was until the familiar shrill of a cell phone broke the silence.
"Excuse me, I have to take this." Thomas stood up, and walked to his bedroom.
"What was that about?" Jamie grumbled.
"Fun fact about Thomas, he's one of the lead detectives in the Crimson Artist case." I got out, shoving a forkful of lasagna in my mouth.
"What?!" The two killers yelled. I shushed them once I swallowed.
"I didn't know for sure until the other day. I've been keeping an eye on the case, not only that, but I'm getting very useful information about leads and whatnot." I tried explaining.
"You can't keep a relationship going on lies, Benjamin. You're going to get caught, and I can't watch that happen." Isaac rubbed his hands down his face.
"Don't worry Isaac, I won't get caught." I smiled. Thomas walked back into the dining room, rubbing my shoulders.
"Looks like there has been another murder. Sorry I have to leave in the middle of dinner." Thomas kissed the top of my head.
"Isaac, Jamie, it was great meeting you both, let's do it again sometime." He waved to the twins. Isaac waved back, while Jamie once again glared.
"Thomas thinks I'm too small, and fragile to hurt anyone. He hasn't even made a connection with my art. He's blinded by his feelings." I explained once I knew that Thomas's ears were nowhere around. I didn't mention that my feelings were also starting to cloud my judgment.
"Watch yourself Benjamin, keep your wits about you. Don't get too cocky. By the way, I have someone you will want to meet, I'll bring him by next month." Isaac warned.