All The Good Girls Go To Heaven
I'll Always Clean Your Messes
‘Ah, this feels just like old times.’ Gerard thought, breathing in the cool night air. ‘Except for the fact that the girl is different.’ He corrected himself. They were out, finding the perfect person to get rid of. As soon as they felt their safest, they found out not to trust anyone. With makeup covering their eyes and hoods over their heads, no one would figure out who it was that made the streets into dark red rivers.
“Over there, by the Macy’s?” Frank pointed out. It was a woman who was sitting all alone. Her tears shimmered in the moonlight as they dripped onto the unforgiving blacktop of the road.
“Perfect.” Gerard said. He mover gracefully over to her, each step making no audible sound. “What’s wrong?” He asked. She bolted upright, seeming to be too involved in her crying to feel his presence.
“M-my boyfriend... h-h-he stood me u-up.” She whimpered, looking as pathetic as a lost puppy. She sobbed several more times, her body convulsing with each shaky breath.
“There, there. He wasn’t good enough for you anyway. Who would do that to someone this beautiful?” He said, smiling and holding out his hand for her to take. She stared at him with watery eyes. Even though he used to be the boy no one looked at twice, (if they were lucky, they didn’t look at him once), he was handsome now. No, not handsome. Beautiful was a better word. The girl grabbed his outstretched hand and pulled herself up.
“Do you need a place to stay tonight?” He asked. I knew he would offer to take her somewhere either way.
“Yes, actually, I do.” She said. “I came here on a bus, and he was supposed to take me to his house. The buses don’t run this late. I doubt he’d want to see me now.” She looked down at the ground, one last tear falling off her cheek.
“You can stay at my place. I’m Gerard, by the way.”
“Kathy.”
He led her over to Skylar and Frank, in the alleyways once again. ‘It’s getting quite bland... we’ll probably be known as the alley killers.’ Skylar thought. ‘Oh well. I’ll think of a better place soon.’ They were getting closer, closer, closer. The knives were drawn and everything was going to be perfect.
“Why are you crying?” Frank asked. “I think I’ll have to do something about that.”
He pounced on her, carving in a Chelsea smile. She screamed as her flesh was ripped open, but alas, she was in a New Jersey city. This is a common nightly sound. The blood poured onto their hands and splashed on their faces, giving them a creepy look. A knife carved into her back, making her spinal cord accessible. It came out with a small tug. It was then wrapped around her neck, along with her now exposed small intestine. Gerard tightened them around her neck, delightfully watching her choke. Soon after, she stopped breathing.
“Oh, boys, you’ve made a mess.” Skylar said, getting her gloves on. She really doesn’t like doing the dirty work, just watching it be done.
“I’ll fix it before the police get here.”
“Over there, by the Macy’s?” Frank pointed out. It was a woman who was sitting all alone. Her tears shimmered in the moonlight as they dripped onto the unforgiving blacktop of the road.
“Perfect.” Gerard said. He mover gracefully over to her, each step making no audible sound. “What’s wrong?” He asked. She bolted upright, seeming to be too involved in her crying to feel his presence.
“M-my boyfriend... h-h-he stood me u-up.” She whimpered, looking as pathetic as a lost puppy. She sobbed several more times, her body convulsing with each shaky breath.
“There, there. He wasn’t good enough for you anyway. Who would do that to someone this beautiful?” He said, smiling and holding out his hand for her to take. She stared at him with watery eyes. Even though he used to be the boy no one looked at twice, (if they were lucky, they didn’t look at him once), he was handsome now. No, not handsome. Beautiful was a better word. The girl grabbed his outstretched hand and pulled herself up.
“Do you need a place to stay tonight?” He asked. I knew he would offer to take her somewhere either way.
“Yes, actually, I do.” She said. “I came here on a bus, and he was supposed to take me to his house. The buses don’t run this late. I doubt he’d want to see me now.” She looked down at the ground, one last tear falling off her cheek.
“You can stay at my place. I’m Gerard, by the way.”
“Kathy.”
He led her over to Skylar and Frank, in the alleyways once again. ‘It’s getting quite bland... we’ll probably be known as the alley killers.’ Skylar thought. ‘Oh well. I’ll think of a better place soon.’ They were getting closer, closer, closer. The knives were drawn and everything was going to be perfect.
“Why are you crying?” Frank asked. “I think I’ll have to do something about that.”
He pounced on her, carving in a Chelsea smile. She screamed as her flesh was ripped open, but alas, she was in a New Jersey city. This is a common nightly sound. The blood poured onto their hands and splashed on their faces, giving them a creepy look. A knife carved into her back, making her spinal cord accessible. It came out with a small tug. It was then wrapped around her neck, along with her now exposed small intestine. Gerard tightened them around her neck, delightfully watching her choke. Soon after, she stopped breathing.
“Oh, boys, you’ve made a mess.” Skylar said, getting her gloves on. She really doesn’t like doing the dirty work, just watching it be done.
“I’ll fix it before the police get here.”
