If Looks Can Kill

If Looks Can Kill
   
A man wearing a brown jacket, brown shirt, and brown pants was pacing around the alley waiting for this prostitute to show up. He couldn't understand why she was so late. It is now 9:30 PM, and she had promised to be there an hour earlier.

Moments later, a very attractive woman with long, curly brown hair, a red dress, and red heels arrived. She had a mole on her right cheek.

"What kept ya, huh?" the man queried harshly.

"Sorry I'm late," the woman replied. "I was with another client earlier."

"Well, I guess I can forgive that." The man took off his jacket and loosened his shirt collar. "So let's get this over with, huh?"

"Yes, I believe we shall." The woman walked towards this man. "Why don't we start with a little kiss?" Both of them leaned forward to do so. The man was in complete ecstasy because he was kissing a beautiful young woman, something he hadn't done in years.

What he didn't know, however, was that she had a cyanide capsule in her mouth; so when they swapped spit, the capsule found its way into the man's mouth. He even swallowed it!

When they broke this kiss, the man felt very pleased with himself. His breathing accelerated and his adrenaline was pumping.

"You seem like an interesting fellow," the woman said to him. "What's your name?"

"Bill," the man answered.

"A cute name." The woman got out a notepad and pencil. "I'll add it to the list."

Bill was confused by this. "Wait, what li-?" However, he didn't get the full picture until the cyanide capsule worked wonders inside of him. His body convulsed and foam came out of his mouth. He dropped onto the ground and a few seconds later, he was dead.

The woman wrote Bill's name on the pad and chuckled slyly.


Throughout the week, this woman, whose name is Lonnie, had been committing dozens of murders on unsuspecting men who were deceived by her charming looks. Her escapades caught the attention of many people from policemen to news reporters to even serial killer John
Ginger.

John was reading through today's paper and was shocked to find another killer stealing his spotlight. "This is an outrage!" he exclaimed. "Why would some good-for-nothing bozo named Lonnie be more well-known than me?!"

"Well, to be honest, Johnny," Jackie Bellus countered, " we've been doing nothing but kicking back for the past month."

"You may have a point, Jackie." John got up and tossed the newspaper aside. "That's why I'm gonna go out to get my fanbase back."

"You mean like holding the newspaper company hostage? Jackie asked.

"No, no, Jackie. I mean killing a revered citizen in this godforsaken town," John replied as he washed his face paint off, revealing his tan face.

"But where are you gonna find someone like that?"

"Don't worry." John was now dying his hair black. "I know a way."


Supermodel Kelly Kimbowat had just walked out of the department store holding five bags full of clothes and shoes. She was walking back to her mansion just two blocks away. She passed a teenage boy with a yellow baseball cap, a black shirt with the Nintendo logo on the front, black shorts, and white and grey sneakers. This boy rushed in front of Kelly, who seemed so shocked by this that she stopped walking.

"Hey, you're Kelly Kimbowat, right?" the boy asked.

"Uh, yeah I am," Kelly replied in a haughty tone. "What the hell do you want?"

"I wanna let you know that I'm a huge fan of yours."

"Ya still haven't answered my question, dumbass."

"I was wondering," the boy said as he got out a photograph and pen, "if I could have your autograph."

Kelly grabbed the picture and pen. "So who should I make this out to?" she asked.

"Just put 'To my biggest and handsomest fan, John.'"

"Okay." Kelly wrote the sentence then signed her name on the black and white picture of John Ginger. When she was done, she examined John's left cheek in the photo then looked at the boy's left cheek. After a minute of comparing the two, she finally understood why the cheek scars looked similar. "Hey, aren't you-?" Just then, the boy sprayed mace in her eyes. She fell back while rubbing them before tripping on her heels and falling down on the ground.

When she could see again, albeit blurrily, she saw John (in disguise, mind you) walk up to her holding the pen she dropped.

"Why yes, I am John Ginger," John said in a sinister tone. "Thank you for asking. And ya know what they say; the pen is mightier than the sword."

"What're you talkin' ab-?" Kelly started to ask before John stabbed in in the carotid artery with the pen. She bled out instantly, causing her to die within seconds.

John took off Kelly's heels then walked back to his house, leaving the dead Kelly lying there on the asphalt.


Sure enough, the next day, Kelly Kimbowat's death was front page news, much to John's amazement. A large number of teenagers on social media cried foul at this event, claiming that Kelly was an influential person (which, ironically, could be proven false because she hasn't done anything worth making the history books).

This also attracted the attention of Lonnie, the female seductress. She was in her apartment reading the paper and her eyes were glued to the Kimbowat article. Even without reading John's name, Lonnie knew it was him that killed her.

"Hmm, this John Ginger seems like a worthy competitor indeed," Lonnie said to herself. "He must have some balls if he's willing to out-do me like that." All of a sudden, an idea cooked in her brain.


John (who had repainted his face and re-dyed his hair) was watching TV in the living room, flicking through channels with the remote. Jackie was cooking up a fresh pot-full of Ginger Stew in the kitchen.

"Channels, channels everywhere," John muttered to himself, "and not a thing to watch." At that moment, the doorbell rang.

"Ya mind gettin' that, Johnny?" Jackie called from the kitchen. John hesitantly got up and answered the door. He saw a woman with long brown hair, a red dress with matching heels, and a mole on her cheek standing at the doorway.

"Well, hello," the woman said.

"Hi," John said in a surprised tone. "Who are you anyway?"

"That doesn't matter. I know who you are, though. You're John Ginger, right?' Her voice sounded warm and pleasing.

"I'm not surprised you know of me. Everybody does.

Jackie poked her head out to see who was at the door. "Johnny, who is-" Her query was interrupted when she saw the visitor's face, and a horrified expression was seen on her own. "Never mind." With that, she went back into the kitchen.

"Never mind Jackie," John explained. "She's always a bit curious when visitors come."

"I can tell," the woman replied. "Mind if we go up to your bedroom and talk?"

"Not at all. Follow me." John led the woman upstairs into his bedroom. Jackie, concerned for John's safety, slowly and secretly followed.

Once John and his visitor got seated on the bed, John asked her, "So what brings you here anyway?"

"Oh, I just wanted to meet you," the woman answered. "I'm a fan of your work."

"You're a fan of me?" John seemed surprised by this given his reputation.

"Hey, I believe you teach your victims a lesson from not knowing who you are. That's what I get out of it. I be nice to you, you don't kill me. See how easy that works?"

"I do. I've never known someone who believes I have meaning when I murder people. I mostly kill just to consume blood."

"I'll bet it puts a lot of stress on your body." The woman then rubbed his shoulders.

"Well... it's mostly a stress reliever, but it kinda wears me down sometimes, so stuff like that massage you're givin' right now feels so good..." John closed his eyes and breathed softly.

"Yes, just relax and let me do all the work." The woman went in front of John and pushed him down on the bed. She then rubbed his chest so soothingly that John smiled and his breathing was rhythmical.

From the open bedroom door, Jackie watched the whole scene, waiting for the perfect time to strike. That opportunity came when she saw the woman pull out a pocket knife out of her dress. That was when Jackie came barging into the room and shouting, "John! Watch out!"

John snapped back to reality when he heard this and saw Jacking rush towards the woman. "Jackie?" he sputtered.

Jackie grabbed the woman from behind and pulled her off the bed. Despite efforts to break free, Jackie maintained her gripped.

"Jackie, what the hell are ya doing?" John questioned.

"She was gonna kill you!" Jackie replied loudly.

"What?"

"This is Lonnie, your archnemesis!" As soon as Jackie says this, John finally recognizes the woman's face and remembered the face on the paper. His expression turned dark as he got off the bed. "Release her, Jackie," he ordered. Jackie did so at once. Lonnie, shocked at John's newfound hostility, had no time to react when he slapped her extremely hard. The force of the blow made her sit on her rear on the floor. She looked up at him while holding her hurt cheek.

"You're lucky I'm letting you leave with your life," John warned Lonnie, "because if we meet again, I won't be so merciful next time."

Jackie led Lonnie to the front door and slammed it after she exited. She turned around to see John smiling at her.

"I should really thank you for this, Jackie," John told her. "I guess I owe you one for savin' my life."

"I'll say," Jackie replied. "Think you can let me help with those blood shakes you promised you'd make?"

"I'll take care o' that right now." John bade Jackie follow him in the kitchen to finish with dinner.

Meanwhile, Lonnie was walking back to her apartment, trying hard not to cry. She had underestimated John. She promised herself that the next time they crossed paths, this would not happen again.