Have you ever wondered how the Rich and Powerful get rid of their unpleasant problems? Meet Janet, an accomplished serial killer that becomes a hitwoman for the elites.
1. Introduction to a Killer
If one’s passion is to kill and kill again, one must be like a passing shadow to other eyes, as if invisible. One must walk as quietly as a mist coming from the ocean on a still autumn morning, felt, but not heard.
Janet was one such killer, though ‘Janet’ was only one name she used from time to time. She could give you her given name, but would not.
Few people that passed Janet in the street would notice her average height and build, her mousey brown hair and slightly narrowed catlike brown eyes. Given the few times she spoke, nothing strange would be in the sound of her voice. Though she was highly athletic, her walk was more ballet than a jock.
She attended to normal female needs to have her hair and nails professionally done once a month in a manner that fit the styles of that time. Her nail polish was neutral, her hair color, her own.
She liked very nice shoes, though. It was one of her few personal extravagances. Italian leather was her preference. Alluring designs attracted her like Gucci, Gemi, and others. Still, she kept colors more neutral, and rarely a tall heel.
Between hunts, she listened only to piano instrumentals, preferring quiet, relaxed jazz. Sometimes, during a relaxed kill, she would use her ancient IPOD to play this same jazz for her and her dead target. She liked to think it helped them ease out of the living to pass into what is beyond.
There was a little memorable about Janet; she killed, she blended in, then disappeared.