Oh Flora

"Oh, hi Steph." She said while wiping the kitchen knives. Steph walks in looking like a furious bear.

"Oh, don't you 'hi' me." Stephanie retorted.

Stephanie suddenly realizes what happened. "Oh, My Fu*king God! My beautiful kitchen! Flora!"

Flora looks at Steph with her monotone face. "What? They just come in claiming that they wanted you. I can't help it." She then gives her a cheesy smile.

Now stood before Stephanie is her best friend finished wiping the kitchen knives and putting them back in the drawer. But what's lying on the floor is actually something normal for both of them. On the floor lie seven dead men with blood spills over the drawer, the counter and her sugar & coffee jars, and especially Stephanie's favorite cookies.

Before the cleaning happens, the two friends were in the living room, hanging out, having fun, talking about their lives, etc. Suddenly 6 men came barging in the door. The girls look at them in a monotone face, questioning them whether they know how to knock or not.

Guns were pointed at them, telling them to shut up.

"Hi! How are you? May I know on what occasion you boys came barging in towards my house like a lunatic?" Stephanie asked normally.

While Flora minds all jumbles, looking like a scared cat. She looks at the men with guns then looks at Steph, her eyes demanding an answer.

"Target locked." One of the guys reported in his earpiece as all the guns are pointed at Stephanie.

The leader notices Flora's innocent face. He knows no one wants their life to be in jeopardy. Immediately shows mercy underestimating the girl in front of him. After all, it's Stephanie that they have to worry about.

"You girl! Be smart and walk away!" the guys shouted at Flora, having no clue who she is.

"You go to the kitchen before things get messy!" Another guy shouted at her.

Amateurs- Stephanie thought.

Flora snorted mentally and looks at her best friend with tears.

"I have no idea what going on, but whoever you are, don't involve me in this," Flora said in a harsh voice, acting all scared and innocent. She runs to the kitchen out of their sight.

That damn B*tch! Nice acting! - Stephanie thought again.

Flora walks to the kitchen and brings out the kitchen knives.

Then there are sounds of glass shattering and guns firing.

She's better not be dead. - Flora thought.

"We need back up!" another man shouted.

Guess she isn't. - Flora.

Flora waited as she inspected her already polished nails, and the kitchen window just breaks open. She throws the knife at the guys who jump in first. One after another. Some got in and try to strangle her, but she twisted his wrist, balancing her body as she flips him and cuts out his throat, causing the blood to spills.

Meanwhile, Stephanie took cover behind her sofa from the guns shooting. At the same time, she cursed them for making too many noises as the glasses on the table are breaking. Finally, they all fired at her. With silence greets them from the other party they walk slowly; as she pretended to be dead. One of the guys go and check on her.

Stephanie has no choice but to spill some blood on her favorite carpet.

She shouts aggressively as she grabs the spoon on the already broken glass table and lands next to her during the open fire. She ends up killing one of the men by stabbing him at the back of his neck; it was so deep that all the spoon is fully buried inside him. Well, as for the others, she just probably grabbed things around her and used them in some possible ways just to end those imperfect lives.

Who would fire all their bullets? Really amateurs – She thought.

Meanwhile, Flora just ignores Stephanie's shouts in the background, and she counted the angels that she just took their lives.

Whenever she kills, she counted the angels that had fallen. They are collateral damages for those who really want to harm them—merely a tool to obtain an objective.

Stephanie steps forward to her and gives her an assuring look, after all the shouting she just did.

"That was quick," Flora said.

Stephanie rolled her eyes, "I'm a pro after all."

Flora opens another drawer and takes out two pairs of gloves as she gives one to Stephanie.

"Call Arnold. We'll pay him double. And give your guy a call too." Flora said.

"Yea, alright, but who says that idiot Nathan is my guy?" Stephanie mocked back as Flora rolls her eyes as a response.

"I guess we have to move again. God! I love this place so much! Where should we go?" Stephanie walks into her room, grabbing a suitcase while asking Flora. Flora just shrugged as she drags the men into the bathroom.

She scrunched her face; although she is experienced in this, the smell is a blood stench is still not pleasant.

After moving all the bodies and ensuring that everything 'looks' clean, she took off her gloves, threw them in the bin, and took out her luggage. Both girls clean up their messes.

Fingerprints? Nah. The world knows, so why hide?

Steph squealed. "YA! I know! Let's go to one of the busy cities in the world! City K!"

"I'm sure gonna miss this small town." Flora sighed. Steph just nodded, and she grabs her phone and dial Arnold and Nathan.

She dials Arnold first and within a ring without any greetings, "There is some dust in my room. A lot of them. I'll give you double."

"On our way." He replies with a rough voice and hangs off the phone.

She then called Nathan.

"Hey, Nate! We're leaving for City K. Where are ya?"

….

"Really? What are you doing there?"

…

"Ok, we'll just go grab something to eat. You want some? Your favorite, right?"

….

"Hmm, ok. Bye!"

"What did he say?" Flora asked.

"And he said that he's at the airport right now."

"So, then Nate told you that he wants his hot chocolate and the Choco muffin?" Flora asked.

"Yep! Oh, and he also said more men are coming. I'll prepare myself for the 'men' arrival then," Stephanie said as she gleefully rushes to her room to change her bloody clothes.

"Oh, ok. Wait, so there will be more men for us to kill? Why are they here? Guess they found you" Flora widens her eyes with a headache that starting to form around her head.

More angels for her kill.

"Guess so. Nate said it's around 20." Stephanie replied cheerfully.

"Nathan told you?" she confirmed.

"Yes. Now go and get yourself dress too." Stephanie told Flora