Charity Gala (2)

He felt his pants pocket for the small gun fitted with a silencer. He liked the quiet kills, but he couldn’t deny the thrill of killing someone out in the open. He could already picture it; he would walk up to them and maybe do introductions. If he wanted to enjoy it even more, he could make small conversations with them, even get them to laugh once or twice.

He glanced at the men, dressed in black suits and sunglasses walking inconspicuously in the room. He wagered he could strike two headshots faster than the time they would need to become aware of what had just happened, leaving him just enough time to blend in with the screaming group of terrified guests.

He caressed his gun, or he could make it easier for them and maybe just slip something into their drinks. It might not be an easier death for them; death by a gunshot to the head will be pure mercy in comparison with what this small pill tucked away in the breast pocket of his suit jacket will do to them. It would be easier for him, however, watching them roll around on the floor, blood oozing out of every orifice of their bodies. They would be dead before the ambulance arrived; he could already see the sheer panic and horror on the faces of the other guests as they stared at the bloodied dead bodies on the floor; it was almost déjà vu…

He played with the thought in his head; gunshot it was. He walked towards them, his hands resting on the gun in his pants. He was halfway towards them when he spotted her. Black, beautiful, long hair that framed her perfectly shaped face. Her eyes crinkled as she threw her head backward and laughed, a dimple on both cheeks accentuating her already beautiful laugh.

He felt a tingle in his heart; she clearly was not afraid to laugh, she had no care for the pretentious people in the room and their etiquette. When she opened her eyes, he saw the most prettiest blue eyes he had ever seen. It reminded him of the sky on a sunny summer day and the ocean. When she looked in his direction, he saw the soothing depths in her eyes. She was wearing a pretty black tube dress that snatched her upper body and a princess ball gown with lace trimmings over the black satin material.

His eyes watched her every move; she looked like she was only arriving because he had not seen her earlier. He had taken his time to scan through the guests; surely he wouldn’t have missed such a radiant…

His eyes turned sharply when he noticed the man beside her, an older, white-haired man. The man kissed her forehead, and then she slipped her hands into the crook of his arm. His eyes widened in surprise, as a look of familiarity crossed his eyes, he retreated, slipping away into the crowd. The Maximillian’s were lucky; they just bought themselves extra time.

***

They drove out of the parking lot of the hall, and not long after, a grey sedan followed behind them. They arrived at the beachside mansion sooner than he had anticipated, and it was all thanks to him, Maximillian. The auction for the “value items” began just after the speech, but he knew the items were useless.

The target was to raise the sum of five million dollars. When the bids started, he grew bored of the endless haggling of prices. So he had pledged the whole sum; he had felt so proud of himself at that moment at the surprised gasps and cheers that followed until he saw Celeste’s disapproving eyes. It did not take long to convince her not to worry; what is the worst that could happen?

Meanwhile, the black sedan stopped not too far from the glass mansion. Using the cover of the tall trees in the area, the car was hidden away from sight. The man’s face was in the shadows. He had on a black suit, his fingers lazily drummed on the dashboard. He had a calm demeanor, no hint of fear. He had perfectly gone over all the possibilities. He got out of the car and slung a big bag over his shoulders.

Intel had informed him that the house was littered with armed men who would shoot on sight and feed your body to the hungry sharks in the waters. He knew better than to charge in; despite his skills, he would be shot dead. So he was making the long trip around the house. He entered the water until he was knee-deep and set up his equipment behind the large rock. With the aid of a binocular, he was able to spot some men in and outside the house. From where he was positioned, the large glass windows gave him a good view of the house.

He could easily take them out as he planned. He knew the attack was suited for the lonely mansion away from the main city, but it was a habit for him to follow his target all day. It gave him a little insight into their lives. In the end, he couldn’t tell how it benefitted him, but he did it anyway.

When he had set up the sniper gun, he peered at the glass window, which just happened to be their bedroom window; his finger tightened on the trigger when he spotted the lovebirds entangled in the sheets. He let out a dry chuckle in amusement.

How ironic was it that the famous Maximillian would die naked in bed with his wife. It sure was a pleasurable way to go but infamous. They were unaware of the incoming danger. He halted for a moment. He felt the need to give them time together.

Maximillian stared into the eyes of his beautiful wife, his hands clutched tightly to her as he rammed into her. Their moves were in perfect rhythm with the sound of the large piano playing in the background. As if on cue, the music got louder as they each rode their high. Their loud screams drowned out the sound of the music as they both had their release.

“Yes…yes,” Celeste chanted. Her hold on Maximillian tightened, her toes curled. It happened so quickly, the force of the bullet sliced through the still air before shattering the glass and piercing through Maximillian’s forehead. He gasped before dropping on top of her.

She was slow to catch on. She felt the cold blood gushing out against her bare skin before she put together what had just happened. She let out an ear-piercing scream that was cut short almost immediately by another bullet to her head.

The killer watched the house for a moment before packing up and stealthily exited the beach house. In that moment, however, he was not thinking about what he had just done; he was thinking about a certain beautiful girl in a black dress.