THAIS JACOMASSI Smart Man

SMART MAN

By Thais Jacomassi

Her presence was not one to be ignored. He could just imagine the platinum of her middle parted hair swinging from elbow to elbow. A beige satin dress clung to her body and a white fur coat hung off her shoulders. He could hear the heels of her sky high stilettos and the chilling screech of her axe dragging behind her. Her Colgate smile was bright as she passed all the rooms in the dimly lit hallway, hearing all the tortured and their tormentors. The cement beneath her feet was stained with dried blood and the walls beside her had now gotten to a rusted brown with yellows. Once she entered the concrete room, the only thing to capture her attention was the bloody pulp of a man sat in the middle. The silence filled room put an edge to her usually arrogant demeanor. She enjoyed listening to the whimpers, pained cries and hushed prayers that were so commonly heard. The man was silent and his posture made him seem composed. A dark aura surrounded him, which she had picked up on when she had first entered the room. His fists clenched making his knuckles turn white and his wrists were bloody from the ropes digging into his skin. Hazel eyes were as sharp as his jaw line. She propped her axe at the door and stalked towards the silent man, placing her forearms on the armrests of the chair so their faces were merely inches apart. “Do you trust me?” Her voice taunting and her eyes bright with amusement. The man met her eyes and with an uplift of the left corner off his lip he uttered a ‘No.’ Her smile only widened and she let out a breathy chuckle as she heard the sharpening of knives in the rooms surrounding them. “Smart man.” She glided back to the door to pick up her stained axe. A new

one would be in need very soon. The silver had begun to chip off around the edges from all the damage that it had caused. A long sigh escaped her as the silence only grew louder. “Well, lucky for you, I like to do things quickly,” She said over her shoulder as she trailed her fore finger along the pointed edge of the weapon. “Not quickly enough.” She didn’t have a chance to turn around before she felt a piercing pain in her stomach where a knife had stabbed her. The crimson color spread across the satin of her dress as she was pushed onto the floor, landing on her back. Her breathing was becoming heavier by the second. The man’s face stayed emotionless as he stared at her shaking figure as she attempted to put pressure on the wound. His eyes darted to the right, landing on the fallen axe. That made him smile. It felt strange in his hands, a bit heavier than what he usually used. He placed it above his head and looked down at his target. His grin was something to die for. “I guess this is where I say something witty...” He paused for a minute before shaking his head. “I’m not witty.” And now that he had the last word in, he brought the axe down between her grey eyes and brought it back with a jolt. The blood had now spread and stained the floor and walls around them. He opened the door and began his way down the hallway with the loud screech of the axe following behind him.