You have to be smart to kill. I mean to kill without being caught. Me, intelligent, I am not too. So I bet everything on luck. And it works well. Claire, she says luck is the intelligence of the poor in spirit. Like the lotto for the cash-poor, it’s a shortcut.
I’m doing this for Claire. I don’t like to kill. I hate blood. I do not like it at all. Really not at all. I tried it once because it’s quick. Chlic, a stroke with a razor. I’ve had it everywhere. I threw up. Since then, Claire gives me gloves, in rubber… I think. Plastic gloves. And I put my hands around the neck, and I press. It’s longer than a razor and it struggles, but it’s cleaner. I love it when I see that the guy or the girl understands that it’s over, that it’s no longer worth fighting. They look at me, there is respect. Whereas people usually laugh at me. They say I’m simple-minded, I don’t see why this is wrong.
And then I dare not say it too much but I’m all excited in these cases. Besides, Claire, she knows it because she takes care of me afterwards. As a reward. Usually, she won’t let me, I’m not allowed to do it on my own, but when I kill she puts her hand where it feels so good! So when she asks me to go take care of a guy or a girl, I’m just happy.
Then there are the bodies. This is not funny. You have to take them up, bring them back to the car. That’s also why it’s good that there is no blood, otherwise, there is dirt everywhere and you have to clean it up. Then you have to bring them to the hangar and put them in the tub. Those who are too old, I break their legs. Like that, they come in folded. After that it’s disgusting. It boils, it smokes, and then it’s porridge. Acid. Claire gave me the name but I forgot, “sulfuric” or something. There are cans everywhere. But afterwards, the porridge, we pass it in a big mixer, we mix it with cement, sand and stones, and we build a house with it. Finally not a house to live, a house to store the cans. The colour is all red, not grey, it’s beautiful. And then we get the parts back because, mixing them, the mixer can’t do everything. The bones that are too hard, the intestines that make a big ball. And we burn them. And there are the feet and hands that have to be cut first because they clog the mixer and they break the blades with their tiny bones.
They talked about me the other day on TV! They passed a drawing, but it was completely failed. Too bad, because I would have wanted mom to see me. I wanted to call the TV to tell them, but Claire told me no and punished me. I’ve had a hundred hits, and I still have the marks on my butt.
Tonight I have to kill. It’s a woman, Claire showed me a picture. I saw she was nervous. She took my head in her little hands, put her forehead on mine, and asked me to promise to come back tonight. I told her yes, I didn’t understand why she said that. Then she gave me a hug, she hugged me. Her hair was soft, it smelled so good. I loved.
The street is almost black. It will be easy. I saw her come out. She is blonde, not very tall. She has a headband on her hair and a tight sportswear thing. She left to do her sport. She will be back soon. I tell myself, laughing, that I’ll be able to put my hands around her neck and lift her. She will struggle with her legs off the ground. And it will turn all blue. And after… After Claire will take care of me. As she was weird earlier, she will be very happy and it will be so good!
It’s getting really dark. I don’t know what she’s doing, girl, but I’m bored. I’ve already thought of all the ways to kill her. I even imagined him pulling down his pants and doing like Claire, but I don’t have a rubber… a little plastic bag. And I’ve always had it with Claire so it must be necessary.
It’s been two hours. It’s long. I will come back tomorrow. Oh! She is back! Great! She comes towards me, she smiles at me. Looks like she wants to talk to me. She tells me her name is Anna. It’s going to be too easy, love it! What is she doing? hmmph… It hurts, she’s crazy! But … But … What is that thing she puts around my neck? Why did she go behind me? her thread, it hurts, especially as she squeezes a lot. I can see better, and I can feel that my neck is running. It’s all hot. But who is this girl? I feel very funny. I’ll tell her to stop. But my voice can’t come out. I am not well. No, not good at all.
-Bad luck!
- No, I’m red, Claire answers.
- Well, you owe me three thousand, he didn’t make it, your hero continues Sofia.
- Stop, he had won thirty-five duels!
- Well my Anna, she is on her sixty-third. It’s a machine. You know, I’m going to have enough to buy my villa soon, especially with video subscriptions on the dark web.
- Yes, it seems that it works like not possible, there are crazy people who are ready to pay fortunes!
- And you know what, I sold Anna to a guy this afternoon, he bought me two hundred thousand! He transfers the funds to me tomorrow.
- No! I should have sold Raoul! Claire sighs.
- Too late. But I will invite you to my villa.
In the shadows, two figures stand out behind Claire and Sofia. One looks like the man Sofia met in the afternoon, he whispers in the other’s ear, pointing to Claire and Sofia. The other nods and approaches silently from behind their backs. It’s Anna: she has a knife in her hand and looks more determined than ever. Saving two hundred thousand when you can, especially when you have the solution, said the man in the shadows to himself.
