No Sense At All

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
The girl he took this time was different, she didn't scream, didn't beg for her life. This girl smiled, looked at him with her caring eyes.

Submitted: July 17, 2014

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 He was looking at her, through the bright lighted room. Watching, as she slowly inspected the surroundings in which she had woken up not even a minute ago. Her movements were dizzy, but she'd be able to think clear again any second now. Usually this was the moment they started screaming, but not this time. This time the girl looked directly into his eyes, giving him an extended smile.
"Hey there."
She slowly managed to get on her feet, unfirm, one hand pressed against her head.
"Dam' what did you use? Chloroform?"
He frowned. "I don't think you are realizing the situation you're in."
"Don't i?", there was this big smile again.
"If you would do, you'ld be screaming your lungs out right now.", he gave her a charming, yet superior smile.
"Well, let's see:", she let her eyes  wander around the room for a second time.
"A single bright room, no mattress or anything else in it except for a tool cabinet, no windows, sterile looking tiles everywhere. I'd say i know a kill-room, when i see one. Let me guess: Isolated cabin in the woods?"
"Abandoned industrial area."
"I was close.", she shrugged her shoulders.
"But see: I do know the situation i'm in! To be fair: The chain around my hip also  was a bit of a hint.", she grabbed a part of the heavy chain. It was hanging down alongside her body connecting to an eyelet ring in the floor.
"You are the first taking it so well."
"You are the first wanting to kill me...or at least the first acting on it. So i guess it's a first for both of us."
They stood there for some time, on the opposite corners of the room, looking into each others eyes.
"How can you be so indifferent?"
"I wouldn't call it indifferent, more like resigned. There is no point in fighting and screaming, is there? But before we continue this nice little chat, may i propose something? My last will if you like."
"Depends on the will. 'Don't kill me' is definitly off the table though."
The girl chuckled softly. "Of course. What i want is for you to be honest. Quid pro quo, Clarice."
"Shouldn't that be my text?", he had a boyish grin on his face, then nodded in agreement.
"Thank you kind serial killer sir.", she made a little curtsy.
"Hope you don't mind, i'd like to begin: Why did you, of all things, wish for honesty?"
The girl thought about it for a short moment, then answered in a serious tone: "The world is so full of lies. We tell them to hurt, to not get hurt. Tell them to ourselves for a better night rest. I don't want my last moments to consist of lies." She smiled and her face brightened up again.
 "My turn: What's the reason you're doing it? I'd like to understand."
"What makes you think there's a reason. Can't i just be a monster? A soulless killer?"
She shook her head, looking at him sympathetically.
 "No. There is one thing i've learned in my life: Everything we do has a reason. That you don't know yours, doesn't mean there is none. Something, someone made you feel like a monster, so you act like it. It became your identity. But i guess it's better for you that way. Enlightenment is a burdon. "
"Are you seriously caring for me? You do know: That makes no sense at all."
"Listen to what the women killing psychopath is saying! No offence."
Both smiled at each other.
"You see: The same way you're a psychopath, i am an empath. You have to kill, i have to care. We are like this for a reason. But as i see it, those reasons don't matter now. We will both do, what we have to."
He gave her a puzzled look, as she burst out in laughter. "You know, that kinda sounds like the beginning of a bad joke: A psychopath and an empath meet in a bar."
She stopped abruptly.
"It is time, isn't it?"
He nodded. "I'm sorry."
They looked at each other, despondently, as they slowly walked to the middle of the room.
"I know.", she said sorrowful and gave him a last consoling look.


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