She lurks in that old mansion, walking in dismay. The only things that accompany her are her thoughts. Her thoughts about her past. She walks alone, crying out to God, telling him to end her pitiful life; letting her be with her loved one. Her young beautiful face, once so full of joy and love, now became a face which nobody would say special, just old, plain, wrinkly, full of pain and sorrow. They were right. She walks in the hall, tearing her eyes away from portraits, walking in that locked up room. She unlocks the room, walking down the stairs, the stairs which lead to her salvation. The steps which lead to death. She reaches the room and looks at the cabinet, smiling a fake smile, reaching for the one thing that would end it all. She opens the bottle, pausing for a moment to think. "Drink it… End the pain… End it all… Be with him… Together… Forever…" The voice which said that was a whisper… A whisper of truth, and lies, full of joy and sorrow. Full of pain and regret. She looks down at the liquid, the purple liquid, bubbling with the words that spelt poison. She looks up, only to find the ceiling, the cold stone ceiling. She whispers her prayer, praying to God, hoping he'll spare mercy, lettung her be with him, HIM. Her loved one. She looks down again, slowly putting the bottle near her lips, then pouring the liquid into her mouth; down her throat. She tastes the liquid, bitter, sour, full of remorse, pain, guilt, regret, sorrow, death. She falls down the floor, the bottle rolling around, her hand on her chest, the other on the ground. She had done it. Yet another victim of the black widow.
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Chapter Two: Man In Tux ---- In a dark room with only one lightbulb hanging in the ceiling, A man was rocking in his chair, smoking a pipe while eyeing a visitor walking in the door. "Say, Widow. I got another job for ye." He spoke in his italian accent, spitting out tabacco in his mouth. "What's the prize big boy." The mysterious woman wearing a black suit slinked into a chair. The man slowly put his hand under his pocket and put out a small bag of cash. "There. Spend it all ye want." The woman snickered and removed her mask, only to reveal a young, beautiful, pale white face with black eyes and red lips. She reached for the bag and put it in her belt pocket. "So. What's the job..." The man smirked and removed the pipe from his lips. "Good job on convincing Ms. Johnson to end her life. So pitiful. Say, now I want you to go to a little party, eh, say... A college party. Scare those kids. Maybe even drive them a little crazy...? Suicide? Whatever. Just do it your style." The woman looked at the man for a moment, then sighed. "Why kill the innocent?" He snickered at the question then yelled, "Ms. Johnson and those kids ain't innocent! Johnson there owed me thousand dollas! Eh, wedding she says. But instead she bought a house and never replied to all those messages and texts and threats. And those kids... They're from Brooklyn High! Their parents, the host's parents owed me the same amount as Johnson. Reasons? They don't tell me. Now they went off to vacation in Miami! We did the same, they never answered!" The woman wasn't taken aback even though he screamed in her face. She just pushed him aside then hesitated, "Ya know Buch, sometimes ya just too impatient to work with. Not to mention your anger problems." She prepared to leave but the man grabbed her hand. "You do as I say there." She glared at him and replied, "Or what. None of your boys can touch me, you can't fight, and I can snap your arm right now and just leave, or I can kill you. Now let me go or I will." The man released her hand and the woman disappeared, disappeared into thin air.
I wondered the city in the rain, looking at all the people rushing and all the animals hiding for shelter. They couldn't see me, no. I didn't want them to. This is why I'm special. My voice can lure them into their deaths and I can be invisible. Just like a spider luring their prey into the web. Yes. I am the Black Widow. I smiled as a man pinned a woman into the dead alley's wall. Showtime. I walked over to them, still smiling ad I went. I tapped the man on his sholders and whispered lies amd truth into his ears. He bought them. I pulled my gun out of my pocket and put it in his head. "Bon Voyage." The gun shot. The woman who was the victim stared out into the open air, her legs shaking and her body trembeling. Her blonde like me hair was wet and her clothes were damp. I pulled off my black cape and whispered to her that she can leave and gave her the cape as a blanket. I had plenty more in my flat. I turned away after she mumbled her thanks. I smiled and left, knowing I had done a sin and a deed. I'm all about balance baby. ----- Chapter 3. Yep, all about balanca baby.
I looked at the crime scene and smiled. The officers were crowded around the dead man's body. I looked at a perculiar officer. Her hair was red and she wore far too much red lipstick. Her eyes were orange and she wore heels to work. I decided to follow this woman. As she left the crime scene, I blended in the shadows and stalked her. As I did, I heard her answer her phone. "Yes babe. Sure. K. Love ya Nicolae..." She blew a kiss to the phone and continued walking into the cafe. I saw her sit in a table and talk to a very handsome man. "Hey Richy..." Then I stared at them. They made out and I felt disgusted. She was cheating on her lover. I decided to keep checking on them until I got the full story. It was my job to clean filth like her. I waited until they finished their date and stalked the woman back to her home. Time to get the party started. ---- Sooooo tiared. Yes. Tiared. Ti-aaa-rd. Another pronounciation for tired.