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It’s a quiet Tuesday night, though a storm is starting to gather. Wind rustles the leaves of the trees and your hair as you briskly walk toward your destination. You shiver as another wind gust blows across your face. One might think it was because of the cold. One might think you were heading home to avoid the storm.
One would think wrong.
The house is nice, one of those classic suburban houses with light gray vinyl planks and a black rooftop. There was a concrete porch in the front. The metal railing bordering it had a curve to its bars, and there were hanging lights matching the design. A welcome mat greets you in front of the white door.
You take a moment to gather yourself. This is it. You’re actually doing it. You let your hand inch toward the door handle, holding your breath.
The unlocked door invites you in.
You grin, happy to know your mysterious, new, handsome, partner in crime was there. Probably just a floor up.
Your excitement carries you up the stairs, looking for the bedroom he said he would be in.
A long hall has three doors at the end, one of them cracked open. You make your way across, hearing the creak of plastic as someone shuffled around.
You stand and listen for a moment, ear next to the door as you hear muffled words like someone was gagged. You hear a voice as well, and it takes a moment to realize he’s talking to you.
“Do come in.”
You let the door swing open, and admire the scene before you.
There’s a man, tied with his own sheets and a tie in his mouth to keep him quiet, laying on the bed. His eyes are wide with shock and fear, but he’s not crying. Not yet at least. Covering the floor and walls around him are plastic sheets. But standing out against it all is him. Murderplier.
He’s wearing a brown turtleneck and a black trench coat. He’s wearing black gloves, as well as dark glasses. There’s a long gold necklace hanging around his neck. Put together, it makes him look, for lack of a better word, hot. He holds a small knife in one hand, like an accessory to compliment his outfit.
Yes, very hot indeed.
He leans over their victim, ignoring how the man stares at the knife like it’s about to kill him, and cuts off the tie. He’s breathing heavily, even when Murderplier steps away. He turns his attention to you.
“Please! Please don’t do this! I have kids! Many, many kids. And almost all of them need me.” He trails off into a laugh. Fear really does make people do strange things. Especially when they realize pleading isn't going to work.
“Oh, it never gets any easier,” Murderplier comments, admiring his knife before turning to you with the same expression, “But that’s what makes it so fun.”
You both smile at each other. He continues,
“Every time is a new experience. Always grisly.” He leans over the victim. “Always horrible.”
The man is growing panicked, wondering aloud what they’re going to do to him, what they could possibly do to him. Murderplier agrees but then turns to you.
“But it’s your first kill and I don’t want to be greedy. So, why don’t you take a stab at it.”
You huff out a small laugh at the pun, but think it over. There were many things they could do. Simply, killing him would make the fun over too quickly. The first time has to be memorable. Ripping off his toenails could work, but so would-
“Pluck out his eyeballs.”
Murderplier just smiles.
He offers you the knife, handle first, and you take it gingerly, feeling giddy for your first kill. He takes a step back, allowing you to stand where he was standing above the man’s head. The victim is freaking out, closing his eyes tightly in an attempt to protect them.
You feel Murderplier stand behind you, reaching out to hold one of the eyes open for you, breath soft against your neck. “Eyes up here.”
His body is warm against your back, and you exhale slowly. Have to let the excitement out somehow.
It’s just so nice to share this. It’s a unique experience, definitely, not everyone gets to experience it. And with Murderplier, one of the most infamous serial killers? Who made each murder of his unique and different? Who you just so happened to be able to meet and actually work with him on his murders?
Well, it was definitely nice.
One of Murderplier’s hands rests on your hip, sending small sparks throughout your body. You feel like you’re in love. You let yourself relax into him, letting the knife fall slowly to the victim’s eyes.
This is the best it could have ever been, better than you imagined, and you let the knife fall slowly toward the victim's eye.
A siren rings out and makes you lose focus. You jerk, and the knife digs deep into the victim’s eyes. He stops moving.
Damn it.
Murderplier backs away from you as you watch the blood pile up. He looks out the window.
“Damn it. The cops. Many, many cops. Were you followed?”
You yank the knife out of the still body. “Maybe.” You were really excited.
He blows out a breath, long and slow. “Ooookay, this is fine, something always goes wrong on the first date, this is fine.”
Your head snaps toward him. A date? First date?
“We gotta run.”
He grabs your wrist, pulling you out of the room and to the adjacent one. His touch is firm and insistent, but where the glove touches your bare wrist sends sparks along them. A part of you is a little disappointed at the murder but you’re mostly excited to be with Murderplier.
There’s an open window, and Murderplier urges you out first, closing it behind once you’re both on the roof.
Apparently, Murderplier’s big plan is to just jump off the roof.
He shrugs, gesturing at you to jump into his arms, “Every time is a new experience.”
You nod and jump into his arms. It’s quite nice, and then you both start running.
You end up in an ally, Murderplier pressed against you as you both hide behind a brick wall. The police fly by but you’re really only focused on how close he is to you. You stare at the skin he has revealed, along his jaw and up to his ear.
“You trust me, right?“
You startle, finding him to be looking at you. “Huh?”
“You trust me?”
You nod.
“Good.” He licks his lips, almost subconsciously.
Is he going to kiss you? You want him to.
Fortunately for you, he does as well.
You melt into the kiss, as does he, and you both just smooch for a while.
For a first date, it wasn’t bad.