We're All Dead Now!
Blood, Blood, Gallons of the Stuff...
“You are under arrest for the suspected murders of a multitude of people in the area of Belleville, New Jersey. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can, and will be held against you in the court of law.” A police officer said in a booming voice. Handcuffs were being slapped onto wrists, but not mine. It was Frank and Gerard. A police car had pulled up next to us on the way home from school. I, fortunately, was not a suspect. I watched as my friends were forcibly shoved into the car, the doors slamming behind them. “I’m sorry about that, ma’am, but your friends are in serious trouble if they’re convicted. Have a nice day.” The policeman said, a horrendous smile on his face. As if I could "have a nice day".
“Hello, Natalie. Would you like to walk home with me today? I’ve been so lonely since Gerard and Frank were arrested...” I asked the girl sitting next to me. She smiled sympathetically.
“Sure, anything to help you cope with it.” She replied. We started heading towards my supposed house.
“You know, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” She said. I nodded. “You seem a lot happier lately... ever since that first person... the old lady, I think, turned up in a dumpster. Are the disappearances what made you happy?” Her. How did she put the two pieces together? She knows to much. She won’t be allowed on the planet anymore. She was going to go soon, anyway. It would just take a lot longer, and be much, much more painful. “No, they’re not really related. I actually have a note to show you that explains it all at my house. Do you want to see it?” I said in an even tone. We turned down to “my” dead end block. She nodded curtly, walking through the doorway, into the last house she would ever step foot in. I locked the door behind her.
“... and you locked the the door, why?” She said, getting a little bit nervous.
“Oh, sorry. It’s just a force of habit. I always lock it every time I come in.” She seemed to accept it. “It’s in my basement.” I held the basement door open for her, as she tentatively stepped onto the first rotting wooden plank. I slammed the door, locking it. Her fists slammed against the door as I walked to get my weapons of choice. A small, sharp knife, a small pot, a canister of gasoline I had been hiding, and a lighter. Perfect.
“There, I hope that’s too tight for you.” I said to the girl, struggling in the chair. Her screams were near silent. Alex’s body was sitting across from her, decomposing. “Okay, here’s how this is going to work. Every hour, on the hour, I draw blood. I might just rip your heart out tight before your eyes, as well. That’s your choice. Slow and painful, or slower and painful?” I asked. She shook her head, close to tears. “Well, I guess I should start you off with a smile!” I smiled, carving one into her. The blood dripped down her face. “I think slower and painful will do.” I made a cut up her arm, watching the hot, sticky rubies drip into my bucket. Soon, there would be enough to mix, but for now, I have to keep her alive. It’s so much more fun that way. “I’ll be back in an hour. Don’t get in too much trouble.” I left the basement with my bucket. Time to mix up something special.
Three hours, and about 4 quarts of blood later, it was done. Time to put my plan into action. The gasoline and blood were mixed well enough, the lighter was working well. I’m gonna string the motherfucker on fire! I ran down to the basement, where a very pale, broken, shell of a girl lay on the floor, begging for her life.
“Begging never did anything good for anyone.” I said. “Try not to struggle too much, and maybe I’ll let you die in peace.” I poured the bloody liquid over her body, making sure not to get any on myself. You wouldn’t want me to burn, now, would you? The lighter worked like a charm. Her body was engulfed in flames, her last breaths, working their way out of her tortured throat in mangled screams. The light of a body really brightens up a room in an unimaginable way. This, my friend, is truly living. “... I did it all so maybe I’d live this every day...”
I love that little house on the street that I now called Cemetery Drive. It’s a place for me to get away from everything... all of the “you’re not good enough”s and the “you’re weird”s. It’s more of home than my house ever was. Its so peaceful and empty, apart from the bodies I claim. Well, at least they’re good listeners. I wish I could see Gerard and Frank again... I miss them so much. It’s not the same, doing this, without Gerard’s power and Frank’s steady hand. Which reminds me, their trial is in 3 days. They want me to be there to help convince the idiotic judge. This should be fun. I can play with his mind a bit, make him see that we’re “innocent”. Ah, the joys of the American legal system. First, I’ve got a bit of work to do. I can’t let the killings stop now, can I? That would be suspicious, and besides, it’s fun.
“Hello, Natalie. Would you like to walk home with me today? I’ve been so lonely since Gerard and Frank were arrested...” I asked the girl sitting next to me. She smiled sympathetically.
“Sure, anything to help you cope with it.” She replied. We started heading towards my supposed house.
“You know, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” She said. I nodded. “You seem a lot happier lately... ever since that first person... the old lady, I think, turned up in a dumpster. Are the disappearances what made you happy?” Her. How did she put the two pieces together? She knows to much. She won’t be allowed on the planet anymore. She was going to go soon, anyway. It would just take a lot longer, and be much, much more painful. “No, they’re not really related. I actually have a note to show you that explains it all at my house. Do you want to see it?” I said in an even tone. We turned down to “my” dead end block. She nodded curtly, walking through the doorway, into the last house she would ever step foot in. I locked the door behind her.
“... and you locked the the door, why?” She said, getting a little bit nervous.
“Oh, sorry. It’s just a force of habit. I always lock it every time I come in.” She seemed to accept it. “It’s in my basement.” I held the basement door open for her, as she tentatively stepped onto the first rotting wooden plank. I slammed the door, locking it. Her fists slammed against the door as I walked to get my weapons of choice. A small, sharp knife, a small pot, a canister of gasoline I had been hiding, and a lighter. Perfect.
“There, I hope that’s too tight for you.” I said to the girl, struggling in the chair. Her screams were near silent. Alex’s body was sitting across from her, decomposing. “Okay, here’s how this is going to work. Every hour, on the hour, I draw blood. I might just rip your heart out tight before your eyes, as well. That’s your choice. Slow and painful, or slower and painful?” I asked. She shook her head, close to tears. “Well, I guess I should start you off with a smile!” I smiled, carving one into her. The blood dripped down her face. “I think slower and painful will do.” I made a cut up her arm, watching the hot, sticky rubies drip into my bucket. Soon, there would be enough to mix, but for now, I have to keep her alive. It’s so much more fun that way. “I’ll be back in an hour. Don’t get in too much trouble.” I left the basement with my bucket. Time to mix up something special.
Three hours, and about 4 quarts of blood later, it was done. Time to put my plan into action. The gasoline and blood were mixed well enough, the lighter was working well. I’m gonna string the motherfucker on fire! I ran down to the basement, where a very pale, broken, shell of a girl lay on the floor, begging for her life.
“Begging never did anything good for anyone.” I said. “Try not to struggle too much, and maybe I’ll let you die in peace.” I poured the bloody liquid over her body, making sure not to get any on myself. You wouldn’t want me to burn, now, would you? The lighter worked like a charm. Her body was engulfed in flames, her last breaths, working their way out of her tortured throat in mangled screams. The light of a body really brightens up a room in an unimaginable way. This, my friend, is truly living. “... I did it all so maybe I’d live this every day...”
I love that little house on the street that I now called Cemetery Drive. It’s a place for me to get away from everything... all of the “you’re not good enough”s and the “you’re weird”s. It’s more of home than my house ever was. Its so peaceful and empty, apart from the bodies I claim. Well, at least they’re good listeners. I wish I could see Gerard and Frank again... I miss them so much. It’s not the same, doing this, without Gerard’s power and Frank’s steady hand. Which reminds me, their trial is in 3 days. They want me to be there to help convince the idiotic judge. This should be fun. I can play with his mind a bit, make him see that we’re “innocent”. Ah, the joys of the American legal system. First, I’ve got a bit of work to do. I can’t let the killings stop now, can I? That would be suspicious, and besides, it’s fun.
7/30/13