We're All Dead Now!
Due To The Graphic Nature...
The next day, I was flipping through the channels, a typical Saturday morning for me. Suddenly, something caught my eye.
“-A misses Johanna Heartwood was reported missing early this morning by her husband Alexander Heartwood. Here is an interview from earlier today.” The video switched to a clip inside a home that I assumed was the woman’s.
“Tell me sir, where do you think your wife has gone?” A female reporter asked.
“Well, I can’t help but think she’s dead or hurt somewhere. She just doesn’t do this, it’s not like her.” Said the man, sniffling a bit. The screen was back to the first reporter.
“Here is a picture of the woman.” It came up on the left hand side of the split screen.
“If you have any information as to her whereabouts, please call this num-” The reporter touched his finger to his ear and nodded. ‘I guess there’s some new information. This could get interesting.’ I thought.
“We have just received word that the body of Johanna Heartwood has been discovered in a dumpster. She was found with her torso cut open and slits from the side of her mouth to her ears. Due to the graphic nature of her death, we cannot show pictures. There are no suspects thus far.” We might be better at this than I thought.
I called Gerard and Frank after I saw that news report.
“Did you see that?” I asked Gerard, who was apparently staying at Frank’s place over the weekend.
“The news? Yes, we saw it. I can’t believe how shocked they were! Did you see the look on his face when he heard they found it?” He said laughing.
“It was hilarious! They don’t suspect anyone! It was so easy to do as well! I know it was supposed to be once, but how about again tonight?”
“That wouldn’t be a good idea.” I replied.
“They might still find something. How about Monday, maybe Tuesday?”
“Sounds good!” He said, before hanging up. It was supposed to only be once... just to have that power surround us... just to feel what it was like. Oh well. Things don’t always turn out as you plan. I just had to feel the power again. The power where I chose weather or not someone lived. They would always be happy when they were dead, anyway. If they weren’t, I would make them smile! It just felt... amazing to have those choosing hands.
“-A misses Johanna Heartwood was reported missing early this morning by her husband Alexander Heartwood. Here is an interview from earlier today.” The video switched to a clip inside a home that I assumed was the woman’s.
“Tell me sir, where do you think your wife has gone?” A female reporter asked.
“Well, I can’t help but think she’s dead or hurt somewhere. She just doesn’t do this, it’s not like her.” Said the man, sniffling a bit. The screen was back to the first reporter.
“Here is a picture of the woman.” It came up on the left hand side of the split screen.
“If you have any information as to her whereabouts, please call this num-” The reporter touched his finger to his ear and nodded. ‘I guess there’s some new information. This could get interesting.’ I thought.
“We have just received word that the body of Johanna Heartwood has been discovered in a dumpster. She was found with her torso cut open and slits from the side of her mouth to her ears. Due to the graphic nature of her death, we cannot show pictures. There are no suspects thus far.” We might be better at this than I thought.
I called Gerard and Frank after I saw that news report.
“Did you see that?” I asked Gerard, who was apparently staying at Frank’s place over the weekend.
“The news? Yes, we saw it. I can’t believe how shocked they were! Did you see the look on his face when he heard they found it?” He said laughing.
“It was hilarious! They don’t suspect anyone! It was so easy to do as well! I know it was supposed to be once, but how about again tonight?”
“That wouldn’t be a good idea.” I replied.
“They might still find something. How about Monday, maybe Tuesday?”
“Sounds good!” He said, before hanging up. It was supposed to only be once... just to have that power surround us... just to feel what it was like. Oh well. Things don’t always turn out as you plan. I just had to feel the power again. The power where I chose weather or not someone lived. They would always be happy when they were dead, anyway. If they weren’t, I would make them smile! It just felt... amazing to have those choosing hands.
7/30/13