The Senator and the Stripper:
Whistling a familiar tune, I sauntered down the halls of a dingy, one-star hotel, noting the room numbers as I went.  231… 232… 233… Here, 234.
I drew a cold metal key from my pocket and used it to open the off-white door to room 234.  I opened the door carefully, unsure if its renters were occupying the room at the moment.
The dim, flickering lights revealed the form of a sleeping girl, probably in her early twenties.  She was pretty, not extraordinary, but she had a body most women would die for.  She wore a skimpy top with thin straps that crossed in the back and a pair of jeans that were short enough to be considered underwear.
Closing the door behind me, I took a video camera from my bag and focused it on the sleeping girl.  Changing my voice to match that of her client's wife, I spoke quietly to the sleeping girl.
"I hope you're having good dreams, whore," I said, slipping animosity into my voice.  "Because when you wake, you'll face a nightmare."  I paused the camera and hid myself in the closet, keeping the door open only wide enough to let in a sliver of light so I could see into the room.
About ten minutes later, my primary victim arrived.  I opened the video camera again so it could record the night's events.
"Wake up, Cindy," the man called to the sleeping girl as he hung up his jacket.  He undid his tie and sat on the bed to take off his shoes while the girl opened her eyes and smiled.
"How did my favorite senator's meeting go?" she asked, brushing the hair out of her eyes as she moved over to the senator.  The senator only grunted which the girl took as a bad sign.  "Aww, well maybe I can make your day better," she murmured in his ear, massaging his shoulders as she did so.
The senator smirked as he twisted his body to face the girl and kissed her.  They continued with their sensual acts and I waited, rather impatiently, for them to turn off the lights.  To be honest, I felt like I was watching a romance movie with actors who got far too into their role than is healthy.
When the senator finally turned out the lights, I touched a few buttons to turn the camera on night-vision and pulled a borrowed handgun from my jacket.  I waited five minutes before pushing the closet door open with my toe.  It took the intimate couple a few moments to notice my presence and when they did, the girl took a sharp breath of surprise and the senator gave an undignified yelp.
"So this is how my darling Jack spends his nights," I sneered, still using the senator's wife's voice.  "With a disease infested hooker."
"Valerie?" he asked, shock apparent in his voice.  I rearranged the camera in my hand so I could have a better view of the senator.
"Yep," I smirked, cocking the gun and pulling the trigger at the senator first.  I let a miniscule wince escape my cool expression, not from the loudness of the gun but from the high-pitched scream the girl let out.
"Good-bye, wench," I snickered, pointing the gun at the girl.  She let out another blood-curling scream but it was cut short by my bullet.  I laughed a bit to give effect for the recording before shutting off the camera.
I quickly pulled out the disk and set it on top of the senator's head, placing it so the bullet wound was circled by the disk.  I made sure no trace of my presence, other than the two dead bodies, would be found and quickly exited the hotel before the authorities could show up.  When I got to my car, I set the camera and my gun in my bag and pulled off my gloves.  I pocketed the hotel room key, choosing to keep it as a souvenir and started off the car, ending up at least a half mile away from the hotel before the cops showed up.
-Rachel
The Astronomer and Stranger
It was not in my nature to please those in my surroundings, but in the case of the astronomer, I had to gain notice. Her teeth were perfect, but that was the only thing about her appealing. She dressed like an old fashioned school teacher, and a blind one at that. Humans are so predictable, in a routine that they live their mundane, bland, unimportant lives. How dismally bleak. There was nothing truly admirable about her other then the fact that she could gain the attention of her lecture hall: the only downside was being around so many rotting humans. Hopefully I'd be able to get their retched stench off of my skin.  That was beside the point, as I walked into her room there was a rush of the senses: students were chattering loudly, papers were being shuffled and passed, girls whispered their gossip, and she was writing on the white board. I smirked confidently to myself, typical human. I had expected nothing less from her as I took my seat toward the back. I hadn't been to school in years, there was no need; I already found my higher purpose.  It amused me as I looked around at all of the students to know that they wouldn't plague this bleak world much longer. The bell rang which indicated the start of this very long hour, and she moved toward the podium ready to begin. As soon as she opened her mouth a girl in the front started talking loudly to the people around her which earned a death stare from the astronomer. Regaining her composure, as if she had any to begin with, she began the lecture swiftly. Very few people seemed focused in other work, while most of them were frantically taking notes.  I looked about the room and noticed that I was the only one now not looking at the astronomer, so I raised my hand without looking at her. She called on me and I asked my question, taking notice of everything about her. She had a slight cowl that was permanently on her face; the main problem was that she stuttered numerous times that I could tell my question brought about her defense.  Class ended a few minutes later and as everyone rushed on to their next lecture, I made my way toward her desk. The smug look I received from her when she noticed me made me want to finish this quickly. After all, she's just a teacher. She waited behind her desk as she resumed her work and I picked up her model solar system and bashed her over the head with it until she was unconscious.  I took her Voyager replica from the top shelf of her bookcase and pierced her heart. I walked out of the room grinning to myself at the thought of the next students that would see her dead in her chair overlooking the lecture hall, and I almost missed the flash of someone following me.
-Sara