The Client

The scarlet handprint stood out against the rest of the room. Trails of blood dripped down the wall like a burning candle. Blood, there was so much blood, splattered everywhere, droplets of red dew spread across the small part of the floor left unaffected by the giant pool around the girl's body. A strong coppery, scent filled the air, like the world's largest penny had just been rolled into the room. Messy, it wasn't supposed to be like this, she shouldn't have suffered. She didn't deserve that. Yet she had fought back, in fact, I had almost let her overpower me, but I needed the money desperately. At this point, I'd be lucky if the client payed me half of what I asked for. I had gotten too messy, all this blood would be almost impossible to clean up. I regarded the room with a somber tone, my passive face turned to a frown as my phone rang. I pulled off a glove, and retrieved it from my pocket. I quickly glanced at the caller id, the client, I paused before hitting accept, then put the phone to my ear, "It's done." My voice echoed against the wall, deep and formal. I hung up, and turned back to the mess before me, they weren't gonna like this at all....