Apartment #4 had a window out-looking the street, such factors needed to be taken into consideration.

As she used the tension wrench from her case, the slight cracking sound of the door reminded her of her old dusty apartment back home.

The inside smells like lavender, and the pillows on the couch are organized in an obsessive manner.

This person is organized, this person will also know if anything has been changed.

Lust makes sure to make a mess. The more disoriented, the better.

The first victim should be arriving in approximately ten minutes, Lust places the Pb4 in the refrigerator to cool for approximately 3 minutes and prepares her other weapons for the second victim.

Studying the floor plan of the apartment, she chooses her attacking position and takes the Pb4 out of the refrigerator, for a moment a sudden pain in her abdomen makes her motionless, and the victim is surely to arrive any moment.

Clenching her teeth with pain, she proceeds to the position close to the entrance of the master bedroom, inhales, exhales and just as her breath ends, the door clicks.

The bathroom mirror strategically lets her see where he moves, and as she tightens her grip on the hypodermic syringe, she taps it only to mock the circumstances.

Left foot first, she makes her way behind him, the muscles on the back of his neck tighten as he instinctively begins to turn around to see what approaches behind him.

The tender entry of the syringe into his neck requires quite the struggle for her to keep him down but the training proved to be quite the help.

In a matter of 53 seconds his eyes dry out, and because of the poison being a high dose, even his legs still twitch for 5 minutes after death.

Lust lights a cigarette and awaits her next treat.

The sting from the bleach teases her dark hair into a dirty blonde.

It suits her intentions, her need to blend in for the moment, and the ultimate transition to new plans.

She remembers the days when her intentions were simple, wholesome, and perhaps normal.

A house, family, maybe even love, but that changed as time passed.

Time is plentiful, and the desire for adrenaline surpasses by far the entertainment that any human could ever provide willingly.

Legs stretched out in front of the window, she draws the city before her, but irony has it that the curtains are closed.

As in the atomic days, her drawings explode on paper without warning or notice.

Draw and exact copy, but make it the image from within.  

The eyes see no such creativity unless the mind pushes to the edge of limitation and scrutiny.

This confession, has meant nothing.

“You know, I am probably not going to forget this little escapade my whole life.”

“Hmm, you might not have that chance, dear sir.” as she winks at him.

He pulls up his pants and exits the car.

He seemed tired, and she did not want to risk any unplanned accidents.

“How do I know where to find you?” he yells while she drives away.

She brakes causing the tires to smoke sweet little forms.

“Trust me. If I need to, I will find you.”

The confusion on his face causes satisfaction in her secretive soul and as she drives away, he smiles ironically.

His wallet, license, and social security are all in her possession.

He thinks, “Yeah, I guess she can find me.”, while walking into the city of sin and fortune.

Changing gears, she pops the new “Fluke” CD into her stereo. An excursion of interesting proportion will take place, different than most, this is unplanned.

This is instinct.

This is desire.

This is Lust.

Her plump lips mumble along to  ”Snapshot” by her most favorite artists in sound and adrenaline, Fluke.

A beautiful blonde on the right side of the strip, a handsome fellow on the left.

Oh so many opportunities.

Oh so many.

Perhaps a good quality coffee is in order, you know, before the show begins.

Just a little.