Cleaner

I am a rather peculiar person with a thing for cleaniless.

I often found myself taking care of the apartment more than I had ever been doing when I was a kid living with my parents. I was more observant in how much soap I use to mop the floor or wash the dishes; ensuring both them to be pristine and sparkling as if this was an entirely new home.

On a bright Sunday morning, I was doing some spring cleaning. Truth be told, it wasn't spring at this time. It was September, and as far as I'm concerned, autumn didin't exist here. Some people said that the leaves in autumn are beautiful to look at, color coated with shades of red, orange and yellow. When it comes to the colors I agree, nature does invoke beauty, but the reality is that those leaves will naturally suffer a great fall and onto the ground, hundreds to thousands of them just laying there like a mountain of dead bodies. Truthfully, if I was there to see a pile of leaves not organized at least, my veins would tighten up.

My ears picked up a knock on the door. Opening it, I gave a smile towards whoever was in there, despite my stomach twisting inside.

My cousin was slightly bigger than me, and overall he was a decent fellow.

Unfortunately he had little attention to cleaniless compared to me. Apparently his apartment suffered a slight accident, an earthquake in this case, shook up his floor. Here he was staying here for a few days before he would move elsewhere.

I persuaded him to wear the thin sandals, the ones some people wear in hotels, into my home, and he did. That is, until he started to walk on my clean floor with his filthy socks.

"Please don't forget to wear the sandals again." I would often remind him.

"Yeah" he said smoothly but I felt like his tongue has been plagued with some ignorance.

No, make that pure ignorance. Once I left my apartment at my cousin's hands. I went to my favorite mall and bought myself some fresh oranges imported from the United States. THese oranges were pricey but it was worth the money and distance.

What wasn't worth was the fact that my cousin tried to cook a meal for himself, only he done screwed up. He left some eggs on and the frying pan was in flames, causing the smoke to hit the fire detector and then cause a massive noise. There was also my blender. He tried to make a smoothie using the strawberries I had, but again, he left it while he was watching television. Absolute stupidity.

I felt like lecturing my cousin, but my mind was focused on cleaning up his damn mess. An hour passed afterwards, where I was peacefully drinking my homemade orange juice using the oranges I bought. My cousin approached me with a sheepish smile.

"I'm sorry I screwed up." He said. "I really am." I was still quite as he continued. "I uh, got distracted by the TV, there was news about strange cases of people disappearing, most likely murders cause there was blood."

ther"Oh?"

"Yeah." my cousin said. "It's kinda weird, but up until now there hasn't been anyone caught yet. Pretty crazy if you ask me. Hey, I just thought of something," He started to grin. "What if the murderer tried to clean his crimes? I've seen it in a movie! No body, no crime."

"I'm sure that's interesting but about my kitchen."

"Oh! Uh, yeah I'll-"

"No, no." I raise a hand. "No need to make it up to me. Next time if you need anything just let me know and I'll cook it for you."

My cousin seemed touched. "Wow, thanks."

"Not sure if that day will ever come though." I said before he showed a questioning look. My body felt a twitch as my left side spewed out a tentacle. Its' slimy surface and big size of it caught my cousin between the neck, slowly draining the life out of him. The tentacle then began to suck off the blood inside of him. He said earlier about escaped murderers, the whole no body, no crime. Well, in this case, it's no body, no crime, and no blood. Not a single thing. The tentacle that came out of my body soon let my cousin's lifeless and bloodless body fell to the clean floor.

Sorry cousin, but this world needs cleaning from ignorance that comes from the likes of people like you. By getting rid of you, not only am I preserving my clean apartment, but also the cleanliness of my sanity.