Dear Diary, Today I Killed Mikey Way | 1

Aria pulled her long black overcoat over her scantily covered body and slowly buttoned up each button, making sure that they were completely through the button holes and sitting perfectly against the worn material. Her long curled brown hair blew in the breeze that was coming in through the window that had been smashed when a chair went flying through it not minutes before; it had been aimed at her.

Aria patted down her jacket and bent down to pick up her abandoned weapon which lay on the carpeted floor by her red heels. She wrapped her French manicured hands around the cold metal and stood up straight. She had a strong aura about her as she stepped forward towards the quivering man who stood with his back up against the bed post, his hands were professionally bound around it and they both knew that there was no escape for him tonight, he could not weasel himself out of this situation like he had every other situation in his entire life.

Aria stopped before him and looked him directly in the eyes; her piercing green ones which seduced so many men by her whim had lost their lustful glaze and instead were full of pure malice and hatred.

"Any last requests Mr. Daniel Lex before I finish this night with a bang?" she asked him emotionlessly, she had no intention of fulfilling any request he might have though, in fact she was sure she would forget about him the moment she stepped out of the room just like every other man she had been hired to disperse of. She had grown use to this line though; it was her way of mocking the dregs of society before they were put to rest for good, and she enjoyed nothing more than putting them in their rightful place six feet under.

"Who are you?" Daniel Lex asked, almost incoherently through the broken teeth and blood coated mouth. Aria smirked and rose her gun pointedly at him, the click of the safety been turned off echoed around the destroyed room; they always asked the same question, and it was like ecstasy for her every time she got to answer.

"Why Mr. Lex, I'm just a cleaner," she replied.

Tuesday, 4th October, 04:01.

Disposed: Daniel Lex.

Time of Death: 02:34.

Weapon: Korth Semiauto

Mr. Lex put up the usual struggle, but a knock to the head with the barrel of a gun will always do the trick. I used my resources and tied him to the bed post with the material from the very shirt he had torn from himself the moment well fell into his bedroom. Mr Lex may have died standing up, but lets be certain that his dignity flew out the window with that chair.

Aria stood up from her desk and walked out of the room she had dedicated entirely to her work. She pulled her keys from one of her various pockets and locked the door behind her; she made sure the doorknob with aligned perfectly before she turned away and walked down the small drear corridor. She hung her keys on the rack by the door and began to unbutton her black overcoat before hanging that next to them. She took off her red heels and placed them neatly on the shoe rack as she walked into the small kitchen and opened the aging fridge, cleaning worked up such an appetite.

She heard the heavy tapping of Daly's nails connecting with the floorboards and rolled her eyes as she reached into the fridge and picked up the bowl of meat chunks she had prepared earlier for him. She closed the fridge door and sure enough Daly was siting patiently in the middle of the kitchen waiting for his dinner, she loved his name, he was named after her favourite gun. She remembered how much her neighbours had complained when they saw her and Daly ascending the stairs to the apartment, they were just scared that they'd wake up with a savage black rottweiler standing over them though, Aria would never let that happen however; poor Daly might get some kind of disease if he bit them after all.

Aria placed the bowl in front of the large mutt and briefly ruffled the fur on his head before turning away and walking into the bathroom, switching in the fluorescent light which flickered slightly. She opened the bottom porcelain cupboard like she did most nights and reached in for her make up remover wipes. She drew the packet out and placed it next to the sink as she looked at her reflection in the small bathroom mirror; her lips were still coated thick in rose red lipstick and her skin was still caked with foundation, her eyes were lined thickly with black eyeliner and she wanted to do nothing more than tear the fake lashes off.

She pulled out a wipe and began to scrub harshly at her face, this was the only part of the job she didn't enjoy, but she knew it had to be done if she wanted to keep Kevin happy and stay alive in the dangerous state of New Jersey. She threw the used wipes in the bathroom bin before flicking the light back off and trudging her way down the corridor and into her bedroom, she clapped and the bedside light went on which gave her enough light to get changed. She pulled her pyjamas from under her pillow and unzipped the red mini dress that she had chosen for tonight's shift, she was thankful that her work clothes came paid for with her check at least.

She pulled on her pyjamas and hung the dress on a coat hanger before climbing into her neatly made bed. She snuggled down under the blankets and closed her eyes, knowing full well that Daly would come in soon and join her. Aria was not your average twenty five your old, in fact she probably would never be average no matter what age she was. Aria worked the streets of Jersey every night disposing of the pieces of dirt that dared to breathe in society, well the ones she was contracted to dispose of anyway. She neither hated life nor loved it, she just survived through it emotionlessly, empty, but convinced none the less that when she left her small crummy apartment every night to play her little seducing game with another man, she, Aria, was getting revenge on her childhood.

She hadn't met him yet though.

Dear Diary, Today I Killed Mikey Way | 1

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