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Did I tell you what I do for a living?
0 ReviewsSnowdrop knows what Gerard does for a living but can she keep it a secret for much longer?
The guy was leaning against the bar, blending in with the crowd. His dress sense was a bit eccentric compared to the people around him. He was wearing tight black jeans and top, a mid-length military style jacket, a stripy scarf and fingerless gloves. He flicked his shoulder length black hair out of his eyes. He didn’t want his vision obscured, he was people watching.
He pulled himself away from the bar and dropped into a seat next to a young, pretty looking blonde woman, she turned to look at him. He was a lot different to most of the guys she chatted up, most of them didn’t were eyeliner and have chipped black nail polish on their finger nails. She extended a well manicured hand out to him, whilst shaking her blonde hair out of her face. She knew she was pretty and damn well was she going to flaunt. “Christie”. She watched as he shook her hand, his brown eyes captivated her and bore into her own. “Gerard” he replied. “What are you drinking?” he asked. Christie swirled the last remnants of her drink around her glass. “Well I was drinking Smirnoff and ice”. The guy Gerard signalled to the barman and then to Christies glass and he filled it up. “Thanks” she said and he just nodded.
Gerard took Christie by the arm and led her to a secluded table. They sat there for most of the night, chatting to each other and buying drinks. But they were mostly for Christie, but she didn’t care, she loved the attention. Eventually Christie was slurring her words and she wobbled outside for some air. Nearly falling over she grabbed onto Gerard’s arm for support whilst he whistled for a cab.
In the journey he kept his face mostly covered just about so the driver could hear the address but Christie couldn’t. When the cab finally pulled up outside, Christie didn’t recognise where she was.” Where a...Am I?” she asked. “My house” Gerard replied as he unlocked the door and helped her up the stairs. It was an old warehouse that he had refurbished and decorated. She could see loads of papers stuck to the walls with either drawings or words on it. The space that wasn’t covered in paper was covered in band posters. “Where would you like to sit?” asked Gerard. “Your Bed” replied Christie cheekily but seriously, she wasn’t in the mood for games just a one night stand. Gerard led her to his room, and she sat on the bed.
Gerard sat next to her and pulled her top over her head and started kissing her bare throat. Christie undid his scarf and coat and threw on the floor. She leant back onto the bed and pulled Gerard on top of her. He slowly slid her skirt off. Christie fumbled with his zip. She felt Gerard’s hand brush his shoulder as he reached for something under the pillow. She saw a flash of silver glint in the corner of her eye. Gerard brought the knife down and slashed it across Christie’s throat. Pulling back and sitting on the edge of the bed he watched as Christie convulsed and choked on her own blood. Putting the knife down he walked into his on suite and washed his hands in the sink. When he came back in the room Christie had stopped twitching. He wrapped her still warm body in the bed sheet and lifted her of his bed. Reaching under the mattress he pulled out a burgundy leather book, and wrote her name under the others in the list.
Gerard left the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He sat in his chair opposite the TV and switched it on to the news channel whilst lighting a cigarette. The news was reporting the death of a girl 3 days ago, similar looking to Christie, who was found in a shallow grave in the woods. Her name was Lily remembered Gerard smiling to himself. The police was calling the murderer, for they had not found out who he was yet, “The Modern Day Jack the Ripper”, for his monstrous crimes had been going on for the past 6 months. Chuckling to himself, Gerard turned off the TV and reached for his sketchpad, whilst taking a drag. He was breaking the bounds of Multitasking. He flipped the pages back to the first drawing he did in that book. It was of his little brother Mikey. Their relationship was close, to close and unnaturally so for some people, but they had stopped contact since their argument. Gerard stubbed out his cigarette, he was sick of its toxic scent and closed his sketch pad. He paused then reached for his phone thinking it was about time he paid his baby brother a visit.
He pulled himself away from the bar and dropped into a seat next to a young, pretty looking blonde woman, she turned to look at him. He was a lot different to most of the guys she chatted up, most of them didn’t were eyeliner and have chipped black nail polish on their finger nails. She extended a well manicured hand out to him, whilst shaking her blonde hair out of her face. She knew she was pretty and damn well was she going to flaunt. “Christie”. She watched as he shook her hand, his brown eyes captivated her and bore into her own. “Gerard” he replied. “What are you drinking?” he asked. Christie swirled the last remnants of her drink around her glass. “Well I was drinking Smirnoff and ice”. The guy Gerard signalled to the barman and then to Christies glass and he filled it up. “Thanks” she said and he just nodded.
Gerard took Christie by the arm and led her to a secluded table. They sat there for most of the night, chatting to each other and buying drinks. But they were mostly for Christie, but she didn’t care, she loved the attention. Eventually Christie was slurring her words and she wobbled outside for some air. Nearly falling over she grabbed onto Gerard’s arm for support whilst he whistled for a cab.
In the journey he kept his face mostly covered just about so the driver could hear the address but Christie couldn’t. When the cab finally pulled up outside, Christie didn’t recognise where she was.” Where a...Am I?” she asked. “My house” Gerard replied as he unlocked the door and helped her up the stairs. It was an old warehouse that he had refurbished and decorated. She could see loads of papers stuck to the walls with either drawings or words on it. The space that wasn’t covered in paper was covered in band posters. “Where would you like to sit?” asked Gerard. “Your Bed” replied Christie cheekily but seriously, she wasn’t in the mood for games just a one night stand. Gerard led her to his room, and she sat on the bed.
Gerard sat next to her and pulled her top over her head and started kissing her bare throat. Christie undid his scarf and coat and threw on the floor. She leant back onto the bed and pulled Gerard on top of her. He slowly slid her skirt off. Christie fumbled with his zip. She felt Gerard’s hand brush his shoulder as he reached for something under the pillow. She saw a flash of silver glint in the corner of her eye. Gerard brought the knife down and slashed it across Christie’s throat. Pulling back and sitting on the edge of the bed he watched as Christie convulsed and choked on her own blood. Putting the knife down he walked into his on suite and washed his hands in the sink. When he came back in the room Christie had stopped twitching. He wrapped her still warm body in the bed sheet and lifted her of his bed. Reaching under the mattress he pulled out a burgundy leather book, and wrote her name under the others in the list.
Gerard left the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He sat in his chair opposite the TV and switched it on to the news channel whilst lighting a cigarette. The news was reporting the death of a girl 3 days ago, similar looking to Christie, who was found in a shallow grave in the woods. Her name was Lily remembered Gerard smiling to himself. The police was calling the murderer, for they had not found out who he was yet, “The Modern Day Jack the Ripper”, for his monstrous crimes had been going on for the past 6 months. Chuckling to himself, Gerard turned off the TV and reached for his sketchpad, whilst taking a drag. He was breaking the bounds of Multitasking. He flipped the pages back to the first drawing he did in that book. It was of his little brother Mikey. Their relationship was close, to close and unnaturally so for some people, but they had stopped contact since their argument. Gerard stubbed out his cigarette, he was sick of its toxic scent and closed his sketch pad. He paused then reached for his phone thinking it was about time he paid his baby brother a visit.
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