The teasing angel

She walked by with her beautiful light brown hair flowing in the cool breeze. Her beauty was stunning in every way that others would imagine. Her smile stretched from eye to eye. Her lips a red beyond fiery. She walked with the swagger of confidence most could only proclaim. Her hips would dot side to side like a tennis match.

He was just a bystander. His black shirt and long hair. His tight pants and skinny body were nothing compared to the pretty boys who worked out and went to prep parties. He watched as the golden gem danced by him. His eyes locked into her like a solid bridge.

She took her hand and flipped her hair back, while looking at him and smiling that ever so beautiful smile. His eyes told his mind of beautiful things he saw and his mind told him of the lies of his eyes.

She stopped to by a pop right before him. A cold refreshing drink, that brought him closer to her. She looked at him with her everlasting smile and charm that beemed off her like the rays off the sun, and she said "Hi". His response was quick and yet well tamed. "Hey" he said. She smiled more and walked away like the ending to a great story.

He watched as she walked over to her friends, they looked at him and smiled. He returned the favor.

He spent the rest of his day of his pointless life contemplating whether or not he should talk to the girl or if it was really a dream. He always thought of himself as the kid that no one cared for. Today though was different, someone finally made eye contact with him and they smiled at him. He cried with the thought of her looking at him.

She walked her walk all the time. For the next few days, he would sit next to the machine and the same encounter would happen. It was a deja vu' he loved to see happen again and again. It wasnt until a few days ago that he said more then the "hey" he could usually squeak out. "Hey, can I buy you a pop?" he said? "Sure, that would be real sweet of you." Her voice to him was like angels singing. He, without question, whipped open his teenage mutant ninja turtle wallet and pulled out a wrinkled dollar and a quarter. He shoved the dollar in and slid the quarter in the hole.

As he put the money in he realized he was as close to her as ever. His nostrils flared, taking in the every scent that she could possibly put out. The smell of heaven with peaches and apples with a little spice clogged his nose and disconnected his mind from reality. He stood intoxicated by her as she selected the beverage of her choice. It was a bottle of the name brand water. She open the carbonated bottled water with her silky smooth hands. PSss, was ringing in his heart and his mind.

"Thank you." floated out of her delicate lips and softly blew over to his ears. "Your, Your welcome(a quick thought arises in his mind) Wait!..when your done with the bottle, I..I would like to recycle it." "Sure hold on a second." She unscrewed the bottle and chugged it like a man. She bealched so loud people in the other wings of the building heard. Her beautifully smooth cheeks turned a pretty flower red. He smiled holding back a laugh, then when she laughed he went with her. As soon as she was done chuckling, she tossed the bottle over to him. "Thanks!" said the preppy angel girl that she was. He stuck the bottle in his backpack for later.

He walked home with the bottle in his pack. His house was what a house would look like if you dropped an atomic bomb in every room then pissed on the remains. His room, looked as if light and the life he had, escaped many years ago. By his single spring loaded barely there mattress was a small table covered in stains and old alcohol containers. He placed the bottle on the table.

The next day he was in his usual spot looking for the angel girl. He bought this backpack from a thrift store that was torn in all areas imaginable. It was about as useful as a plastic bag from the trash. It was just strong enough to carry notebook, even though it was half out. He pulled his notebook out and started writing random thoughts. All that he could write was about her and her beauty. So instead he closed his eyes and thought. He kept his eyes closed and left the pen in his hand and on the paper. The pen would move outlining her figure.

Everyday this would happen. He dedicated the notebook entirely to her. Drawings, poems, short stories and even her name and his last name combined. When the day was done, he would go home and tape the picture to his table. The table had become a shrine of his love to her. The bottle was surronded by candles with engravings of her face.

She was one of the girls who hung out with the popular guys but wasnt afraid to be nice to the boys she really could care less for. She knew not of the guy by the pop machine. For all she knew, he could be this loser who she said the occasional hi to. She was the girl that was nice to every one. The girls would love to hate her but they couldn't because of how nice she was. The guys would hate to love her, knowing that other guys would stare at her.

She went to the partys and dated the older guys. She did it because in her book they were more "mature" and we all know they had more money. She was loved by anyone who was anyone and anyone who carried eyes in their eyesockets. If you were blind her voice would make your heart pump twice as fast. If you were blind and deaf, her smell would make you believe you were in heaven. If your nose was clogged and you were blind and deaf, you better hope her soft, delicate flower like hands touched you. Otherwise it would be tough luck. She was the girl that broke the hearts of many castouts so much that it was like Achilles in Troy. Guys who thought they had nothing to lose would throw themselves to her feet, only to be turned down. They would go home and cry, knowing they lost even more. Their lives would change by the answer she gave to the heartless souls.

His room now became her shrine. The walls covered in pictures he toke a cheap camera. They were blown up to be like wallpaper. He even changed his look and style to the more prep style and started talking to the other preps to try to get closer to her. The reasons he breathed he thanked her for.

He needed information on her. He felt as if he knew nothing about her. So he got in his car and followed her home. She had this red convertible that her rich dad bought her. He positioned himself just far enough where he could could see the numbers she pushed to get into her house. The numbers 5, 14, 23 were etched in his mind. He watched as she went up stairs and closed her window in her room. He slowly drove off in his beat up car and roared away.

He was feeling confident. His gramma ironed his lucky socks and he filled the bottle from his angel goddess with water. He had saved the bottle for this long awaited process. He prayed to his angel goddess that his plan would work out. He went to his usual position by the machine. To await her. "Hi" she softly said. "Hey, I think your beautiful, I would like to take you out to a nice restaurant. would you be willing?" His voice was as confident as could be, his mind was set and everything to him seemed to be going his way. Her response was "I am sorry, but I dont date young losers like you. I dont even know your name!" She walked off to her friends. She whispered to them and they turned to him and smiled. He didnt return the favor.

She went home her usual way. A note on her pretty kitchen table told her that she was to order pizza, the parents were not gonna be home till the end of the week.It was a friday. She went upstairs and started talking to her "pretend" friends on the phone and the computer. It was getting late, so she called the pizza delivery man. She went back to her normal activities. It started raining and things were getting foggy. *Thud* She assumes she hears the pizza man knocking so she runs down with glee to eat the one piece of pizza.

He stand there with a pizza in his one hand and an umbrella in his other. He looks at her angel frozen body. The shocked has almost paralized her. He walks in slowly and shuts the door behind him. He watched as she ran to the phone. No dial tone. He watches as she runs to the doors , then to the windows. All blocked.

She looks at him as he walks closer to him, his boots leaving no wet marks behind. She ran around the house, looking for sharp objects, they were all gone. She watched as he inched closer and closer. She awaited for just the right time to do what seems to be her last hope. She faces to face with him. *Whap* Her kick to his crouch only hurts her foot as found out that he wore a cup. She ran to the upstairs.

"My love, my angel, quit running. I only want you!" He watches her yell and scream as he gets closer. He oogles her as she runs into her room only noticing that the door knob has been taken off. He walked into her room and watched as she cried and scratched at the window. He went right next to her and said "Can my angel not fly? The goddess of my love, not free her self? I am going to do what all the other guys have wanted to do all their lives of knowing you. All the things you knew they thought about because you teased them. This is for us all."

He grabbed her and thust her to her bed. He pulled out from under her bed, hand cuffs and chains. He cuffed her to the bed and chained the bed down.

Her thoughts were veering off as she tried to think of other things while resisting him. She couldnt help but think of the what he said, "I am going to do what all the others guys have wanted to do all their lives of knowing you." Rip goes the shirt shes wearing. All the times that she flirted with boys who she knew had no chance in hell with her. All the hearts she broke, and all the pain she caused. She thought at first of all the smiles she brought, but she knew deep in her soul that of the real answer.

He ripped her pants off by taking a knife and spliting the pant legs. She was there in her red thong and red bra. He took his knife and cut them both bearing her breasts and her vagina. He got what all others had wanted. He did it for the sake of the rest of guys turned down and harshly punished. Their lives crushed, and as he thought, where now better. Her screams and tears sounded to him like the victory cries of sports teams.

He couldn't leave that angel there tainted with the horrors he believed that she rightly deserved. A loud scream muffeled by a hand in the mouth filled the air. Then the silence crept in. It wasn't till that monday when the girl was found. The angel beauty covered in her devil red blood. Cuts and rips all over her body. Blood covered everything in the room like an atom bomb blew up on her in her room.

Her hair had turned from a light brown to a dark red. Parts of her hair were ripped out. Her head was bashed on the bedroom headpost so many times that it left a dent and lots of blood on the wall behind it. Her wrists were covered in cuts and bruises caused by her constant struggling. Her eyes had changed to a deathly black look. Dark blue encircled her once beautiful eyes. Her mouth had dried up blood running all the way down to her nipple. Her perfectly scupltured jaw had been shattered in two. Her left breast was cut open and the insides were squeezed out. Her other breast was left of the mark of his bloody hand that grabbed it ever so tightly. Her stomach was cut open like a surgery. Her intestines was cut off and thrown on her toliet. Her spleen was punctured with a straw several times leaving disturbing marks. Her right kidney was tucked under her dad's pillow while the left was stuffed in an envelope that was addressed to the building. Her vagina was sliced open with a knfe, leaving dired up blood on her little amount of pubic hair. Her vagina was soaked in his ejaculation of jizsm. White globs were all over body.

The once beautiful angel was sliced and diced in everyway he knew possible. Her bed was a new dark red. He believed in what he did as being the right thing. No voice in his head told him to do it. His heart spoke for the one time it felt it needed too.

He went back to his usual routine. This angel like woman walked by him with her beautiful dark blonde hair springing off her back. Her beauty took his eyes and his mind and stunned them. He was intoxicated by her beauty.

She was a devil masked by the angel she pretended to be. He was an devil with an angel to kill. Or maybe he was masked by angel to cover up the devil that he seems to be.