All The Good Girls Go To Heaven
One Month Early
A full two weeks, I’ve finally made it! It went just as planned. THe FBI thinks I’ve died! They’re examining all of my latest victims for signs of suicide. The streets are becoming more crowded at night. I can’t wait to surprise them all tonight! Will they even know it’s me? They might think someone has taken over my job! I’ll let them know I’m back. I heard a knock at the door, who could it be? I certainly hope it’s not the police. I answered it, acting extremely calm. It was Mikey, back a little bit early! He hugged me, although my growing stomach prevented it from being too tight.
“Hi! Wow, you’ve gotten... umm... more pregnant?” He said, trying not to offend me by saying I’d gotten bigger. Same old awkward Mikey.
“I know!” I said happily. I’m so glad he’s back! He can help me with my comeback.
“How did you manage to get away a week early? I thought you were playing in California tonight.” I asked.
“I just asked Gerard, and he said I could come. He wants me to help you with the murders. He thinks your stomach could get in the way. Not that it’s that big, but... well it is, but... yeah.” He answered, blushing a bit.
“Okay. What did you want to do until then? It’s only eleven in the morning. We can’t do what we want until it gets dark.” I said, sitting down on the couch.
“Can we talk?” He asked. I nodded, and he sat down next to me. “Did you ever want to get... you know... married?” He asked. He seems so nervous.
“Yes, I suppose I would like that some day.” I answered, playing with his hair a bit. It had gotten so long during the tour.
“How about to me? Like, some day soon? Or maybe not so soon... ever?” Mikey asked, his blushing cheeks becoming an even darker shade of pink.
“That would be nice, some day. Maybe soon.” I answered. He looked at me.
“Are we engaged?”
“I think so.”
“Do you want a ring?”
“I don’t really need one. It’s up to you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Then we sat there in silence. Perfect silence.
The house was a beautiful shade of grey tonight, almost glowing in the dim light of the early evening. Mikey was just finishing up on our latest victim. The time was ten to eight. The blood felt warm on my hands as I carved the smile into the man’s bloodied and beaten face. His spine was sticking out from behind him, curved just the slightest bit. I felt a slight pain in my stomach, but thought nothing of it, and continued to rid the crime scene of mine and Mikey’s DNA. We were done, just about to leave, when the pain grew greater, and I doubled over, dropping to the floor. My water broke and Mikey looked scared as anything. It’s eight twenty, and I’m having a child.
“We have to go to the hospital, NOW!” He said, trying to drag me to the door.
“We CAN’T! My DNA is all over the floor, and we don’t have a car! It would take us an hour to walk there, and that’s time we don’t have! Call an ambulance!” I shouted. My normal calm had faded to hysteria.
“I can’t, they’ll find out about us!” He said, looking like he was about to cry.
“Okay. How about...” I said, trying to think quickly. “How about you call them. Tell them that I’m going to have a baby VERY soon, and tell them you found bodies. Lots of bodies. Don’t worry, they won’t be able to tell we did it. Just act scared, surprised, maybe cry a little. Yell it. It’ll sound real.”
“What about when they get here?” He said.
“Follow my lead. Call!” I said, as more pain came and went. It felt just like when Gerard and Frank were ripping me open.
I heard dialing and Mikey frantically talking. The person on the other end kept saying “Calm down, sir. We’re sending an ambulance.” This will work. I know it.
“Hi! Wow, you’ve gotten... umm... more pregnant?” He said, trying not to offend me by saying I’d gotten bigger. Same old awkward Mikey.
“I know!” I said happily. I’m so glad he’s back! He can help me with my comeback.
“How did you manage to get away a week early? I thought you were playing in California tonight.” I asked.
“I just asked Gerard, and he said I could come. He wants me to help you with the murders. He thinks your stomach could get in the way. Not that it’s that big, but... well it is, but... yeah.” He answered, blushing a bit.
“Okay. What did you want to do until then? It’s only eleven in the morning. We can’t do what we want until it gets dark.” I said, sitting down on the couch.
“Can we talk?” He asked. I nodded, and he sat down next to me. “Did you ever want to get... you know... married?” He asked. He seems so nervous.
“Yes, I suppose I would like that some day.” I answered, playing with his hair a bit. It had gotten so long during the tour.
“How about to me? Like, some day soon? Or maybe not so soon... ever?” Mikey asked, his blushing cheeks becoming an even darker shade of pink.
“That would be nice, some day. Maybe soon.” I answered. He looked at me.
“Are we engaged?”
“I think so.”
“Do you want a ring?”
“I don’t really need one. It’s up to you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Then we sat there in silence. Perfect silence.
The house was a beautiful shade of grey tonight, almost glowing in the dim light of the early evening. Mikey was just finishing up on our latest victim. The time was ten to eight. The blood felt warm on my hands as I carved the smile into the man’s bloodied and beaten face. His spine was sticking out from behind him, curved just the slightest bit. I felt a slight pain in my stomach, but thought nothing of it, and continued to rid the crime scene of mine and Mikey’s DNA. We were done, just about to leave, when the pain grew greater, and I doubled over, dropping to the floor. My water broke and Mikey looked scared as anything. It’s eight twenty, and I’m having a child.
“We have to go to the hospital, NOW!” He said, trying to drag me to the door.
“We CAN’T! My DNA is all over the floor, and we don’t have a car! It would take us an hour to walk there, and that’s time we don’t have! Call an ambulance!” I shouted. My normal calm had faded to hysteria.
“I can’t, they’ll find out about us!” He said, looking like he was about to cry.
“Okay. How about...” I said, trying to think quickly. “How about you call them. Tell them that I’m going to have a baby VERY soon, and tell them you found bodies. Lots of bodies. Don’t worry, they won’t be able to tell we did it. Just act scared, surprised, maybe cry a little. Yell it. It’ll sound real.”
“What about when they get here?” He said.
“Follow my lead. Call!” I said, as more pain came and went. It felt just like when Gerard and Frank were ripping me open.
I heard dialing and Mikey frantically talking. The person on the other end kept saying “Calm down, sir. We’re sending an ambulance.” This will work. I know it.
