Pretty Simone
By Jamie Killen
Don’t move. Don’t fucking move or I’ll kill you right now.
Go sit on that chair there. Keep your hands where I can see them. And stop crying, you don’t fool me for a second. You might have everyone else wrapped around your little finger, but I’ve seen you, Simone. The real you.
What? Jesus. So you wanna talk, huh? I guess you think you can talk me into believing I’m a nutcase, and then I’ll just hand you my gun, and then you’ll probably change and rip me in half. How fucking stupid do you think I am?
You were crafty that one time, I’ll give you that. I saw the way you batted your big blue eyes at those cops, and they bought it because they’ve never seen how those eyes turn yellow after dark. They bought it and I lost years of my life. Years, Simone. But that doesn’t mean anything to you, does it? I bet you thought you were being nice, considering what you’ve done to other people.
Well, I’m not making that mistake again, no way. No going to the cops on this one. No giving you a chance to cry and sway them with your pretty blue eyes and fake fucking body. None of them could resist, could they? One look at that disguise, the legs and tits and long blonde hair, and you had them wrapped right around your little finger. Wonder what they’d say if they knew what pretty Simone really looks like.
I still wonder, you know. Leaving your curtains open like that, it seems kinda careless for someone so clever. Makes me think you wanted me to see you. You wanted to show me what you look like when the claws come out and you grow all that bristly hair and your arms get long and bony with all those extra joints. You wanted me to see those big white teeth, that thick leather skin.
Shut up, Simone. Stop pretending. You really think I could imagine something like that? The meds they made me take didn’t make it go away, you know, didn’t do anything besides slow me down. But that’s all you wanted, really. Just slow me down so I couldn’t stop you. Back in San Diego it was the kids, but here it’s those poor old ladies, right? The ones I read about in the paper, cut up in little pieces? That’s just your style.
I said shut up. Don’t you dare deny it. I followed you once, Simone, back in San Diego. Did you know that? I lost track of you in the park, but the next day there was another story about a dead kid, and guess where he was found? Right near the park. That’s what finally made me go to the cops. They told me you weren’t nearly big enough or strong enough to be the killer, and they wouldn’t fucking listen when I told them how much bigger you can get. They laughed. They actually goddamn laughed.
Well, it’s gonna end here, Simone.
No, I’m not gonna kill you yet. First you’re going to show me what you really look like, then tell me all about the others like you. And I can make you do that. I didn’t just bring the gun. Let’s see what I’ve got here: Holy water. Razor blades. Crucifix. Pliers. I brought everything I could find. And I’m gonna use every one of these until you break.
Ready to talk? No? That’s fine. We’ve got all night.