I enter the office with a sour face. The desk jockey greets me in the main lobby. A thin woman with a slim build and nothing more. A cute look with no exotic features. I walk past her with an insincere response. I walk into my cubicle and set it up. Work is never about doing what I'm told to do. I come here to sit in front of a computer program, but this is indeed the time for me to learn speech. You see, my desk is right next to the break room. I've seen multiple men talk to women in various ways, some I think will work and others I think will fail. They have several different outcomes, yet they always share one common dominator. The males' ability to speak serves as the most significant juncture in his success. So listening in has greeted me with many possibilities when talking to females.
I could easily use these tactics when speaking with Lady Killer to woo her into being a potential ally. It would allow me under a new alias and a new sight from the world. Two Deadmen would throw the police off my chase. They already have a new department to catch me. If there were to be more than one of me, it would benefit me greatly. I listen in as my computer screen glows. Jim, a standard-looking guy, tries his luck with the new employee. She has had him mentoring her for the time being, but this is his first move. The first interaction is always the most crucial because it sets the tone for the rest of the relationship. Jim starts,
" Good work out there, Lisa. I'm surprised you learn so quickly on your feet. "
She responds, " I am too, I was nervous taking up a job like this, but it seems to be a lot easier than I thought. Perhaps I let my nerves get the best of me."
" You can't be nervous all the time; maybe you need a relaxer, a massage, or something. I know a spot nearby I could recommend for you."
Lisa grabbed her sandwich from her bag and headed out of the office.
"Send it to me through my number; you should have it. "
He has succeeded to some extent. She seems disinterested but leads him on. A blind man would be able to see through her hints, but not him. He is oblivious to her weak hints. His smile stretches across his face tells me he believes he will win something soon. We locked eyes for a split second, and I used that to see into his soul. See into the spirit. I take all his lies, all his sins, into my mind. I can see him. I fly through his mind, pass through his head and connect with his heart. I sense he wants to marry this girl and is excited even to receive a response. This isn't usual for him, and it hurts me to know she'll hurt him. His aura is one of happiness, one of true joy. I look away, and a tear sheds down my face. He will learn from this every person must. Work continues after he leaves, the world will continue to spin, and I'll forget about him. So will he; I hope he makes it from his recovery. He'll forget her. The rest of the day fades into my mind. It seems I learned nothing from the time looking into the break room.
As the day winds down, I close my cubicle and take my suitcase with me. It has the usual work things in it, nothing special. It feels lighter than when I started; maybe I forgot something. I walk through the desks and offices of the building, through the lobby, and past the desk jockey. She tells me bye as she usually does, yet I change my response this time. I can't let her get too familiar. I walk back in the direction of my house. I have a lot to do when I get home, and I don't have time to waste. I take my usual twists and turns of the busy sidewalk of the neighborhood. Bumping into people is expected in a dynamic society. Yet I still can't control my anger. These mere mortals touching the robes of a graced being is unnatural. I let it slide, and they will have their genocide. As I continue colliding with humans of all shapes and sizes, one takes me back.
I went to take my turn; the corner is a sharper turn than usual, so you can't see past it until you take it. I crashed right into this lady; we both fell back and looked at each other. She has blonde hair, freckles and is shorter than usual. Her eyes sparkled in the sunlight, a bright blue. Blue as the sea, it mesmerizes me as I stare into them. Her lips cast a spell on me, a dark coloring added to her flame. Her clothes tightened as she sat in the dirt. A goddess among us mortal men. Her stature broke the ground beneath us and spun me into a web for a widow. Her voice blocked out all other sounds and made my ears weep. She spoke.
" Sorry about that. I was trying to make it there quickly. "
I froze, "…."
"You ok sorry if I hit you too hard."
She cared for me even though she was the smaller one, the weaker-looking one.
" it's okay, and I've been hit by bigger things " I try to act confident. This seems to attract the most mates in the process. It seems to have worked; she laughs lightly and takes off in her direction.
"Hey, I've got to go; I'll see you later."
A meaningless goodbye. I'll never see her again. We'll never meet ever in this world or the next. My spirit is lost to her forever. I break from this trance and continue to my house. I approach my door and unlock it. The broken vase from this morning is still there. The crickets outside seem loud as I think of her more. Is this what Jim felt. The need to procreate and live with someone forever. She told me bye, and she walked off. I let her leave my presence when I would feel blessed to be in hers. Perhaps she has someone. Even monkeys mate with more than one mate. Maybe for a second, she could have two. No, I'm going too far ahead of myself. I think. I'll never see her again. She's gone forever. I lay on the couch. It's late, and I don't have work tomorrow. I have the option to look for her. To chase after her and proclaim my love. I have the option to sit here and wallow in self-pity. I could end my life, for I know I'll never see her again. I don't do any of those things; I sit here and let my mind wander. Let my mind race as my thoughts become progressively worst. I think. She would be my most excellent kill.