All The Good Girls Go To Heaven
Don't Underestimate Me
“No, no. That barely worked at all. I got no reaction from them!” I thought to myself, eating some of the Chinese food on my table. “I must do something more. They probably dismissed it as a coincidence.” I heated up a plate of vegetable fried rice and a spring role. Believe it or not, I’m a vegetarian. I don’t enjoy the killing of animals. Unless, of course, if that animal is human. Then I enjoy it very, very much.
“Maybe I can make the next murder a bit more personal for them? But how...” Then the idea came to me, like in the episode of ‘House’ I watched last night.
I grabbed a pen from the store, ripping of the small price tag and walking away as if nothing had occurred. Like I’m going to pay five dollars for something that will just be bloodied by the end of the night, anyway. Besides, the cashier would need to look at me. Now, to find someone willing to be a part of my experiment. Or not willing. I’m fine with someone putting up a fight. A man and a woman were walking down the street, holding hands. Their openness sickens me. Maybe them? It would be perfect, but the fact that they’re a couple might lead police to the fact that it’s a known couple who’s preforming these murders. For what I’m about to do, it simply wouldn’t work. I’m going to have to look around a bit more. I turned into an alley from which smoke was emerging. There were two men smoking cigarettes, leaning up against a wall. Perfection.
I walked straight up to them, slapping tape on the first one’s mouth. The other one was silenced soon after.
“You’re coming with me. If you scream, you don’t die quickly.” I said, holding up the pen and a small knife. They started laughing as I led them down the alleyway further. They were mocking me. I ripped the tape off of one of their mouths, and motioned for him to explain.
“You think you can do anything to us? Hah! We’re a foot taller than you, not to mention that we’re two fully grown men, and you’re a girl! I’d like to see you try to harm one of us.” He held his arms out to his sides.
“Come on, we won’t even try to defend ourselves.” I shrugged. If he really wanted to do this, it would make my job a lot easier. I slashed at one’s stomach and opened a wide gash. Before he could react, my pen was in the other one’s eye. He screamed in pain before I placed another piece of duct tape to his mouth. They looked at me with wide, pleading eyes, only three. They were apologizing through sight. Too late. I opened up their bodies, taking out organ by organ. Hearts were always the best to look at. After they had their final smile, I slashed the letter ‘G’ into one, leaving my pen in his bloody eye socket. The other one was given a large ‘F’ and a music note. They’ll know someone is out there now. Someone who knows who they are.
“Beautiful, so disfigured.” I said as I walked away. The blood on my clothing told of what I did. Too bad no one was around to see it.
“Maybe I can make the next murder a bit more personal for them? But how...” Then the idea came to me, like in the episode of ‘House’ I watched last night.
I grabbed a pen from the store, ripping of the small price tag and walking away as if nothing had occurred. Like I’m going to pay five dollars for something that will just be bloodied by the end of the night, anyway. Besides, the cashier would need to look at me. Now, to find someone willing to be a part of my experiment. Or not willing. I’m fine with someone putting up a fight. A man and a woman were walking down the street, holding hands. Their openness sickens me. Maybe them? It would be perfect, but the fact that they’re a couple might lead police to the fact that it’s a known couple who’s preforming these murders. For what I’m about to do, it simply wouldn’t work. I’m going to have to look around a bit more. I turned into an alley from which smoke was emerging. There were two men smoking cigarettes, leaning up against a wall. Perfection.
I walked straight up to them, slapping tape on the first one’s mouth. The other one was silenced soon after.
“You’re coming with me. If you scream, you don’t die quickly.” I said, holding up the pen and a small knife. They started laughing as I led them down the alleyway further. They were mocking me. I ripped the tape off of one of their mouths, and motioned for him to explain.
“You think you can do anything to us? Hah! We’re a foot taller than you, not to mention that we’re two fully grown men, and you’re a girl! I’d like to see you try to harm one of us.” He held his arms out to his sides.
“Come on, we won’t even try to defend ourselves.” I shrugged. If he really wanted to do this, it would make my job a lot easier. I slashed at one’s stomach and opened a wide gash. Before he could react, my pen was in the other one’s eye. He screamed in pain before I placed another piece of duct tape to his mouth. They looked at me with wide, pleading eyes, only three. They were apologizing through sight. Too late. I opened up their bodies, taking out organ by organ. Hearts were always the best to look at. After they had their final smile, I slashed the letter ‘G’ into one, leaving my pen in his bloody eye socket. The other one was given a large ‘F’ and a music note. They’ll know someone is out there now. Someone who knows who they are.
“Beautiful, so disfigured.” I said as I walked away. The blood on my clothing told of what I did. Too bad no one was around to see it.
