We're All Dead Now!
That Can Be Arranged
Monday, time for school. Time for the place that I never fit in. Gerard didn’t come in that day. He probably had a hangover. Drinking was always a bad habit of his. Frank was there, though. We were getting called the typical names. “Pansy”. “Freak”. “Weird-ass”. The names never bothered us much. Everything was normal to everyone besides us. We knew what we had done and we were damn proud of it, looking forward to later that night when we would go prey upon our next victim.
Walk around the streets to meet someone old, weak, or alone? Good plan for getting rid of people and satisfying a thirst for blood and gore. It’s quite the fun thing to do when hanging out with friends.
“Get away from me you stupid mutt!” I heard a teenage girl’s voice rang out in the dead silence. The whimper of a dog followed after. It sounded pained. Frank’s eyes blazed with anger, I was sure that whoever that was would be the next one to be released from the world. We turned the corner to see someone from our school. She always called us names... she was so horrible and heartless to everyone who didn’t like Mariah Carey. That night, she would be TRULY heartless. We would be doing the world a big favor, getting rid of her.
“Hello Sabrina. Would you like me to walk you home? It’s not a very good hour to be out at alone.” Gerard said to her in his polite voice.
“With you?” She said with disgust.
“No way, I’d rather be murdered.” Frank walked up behind her and whispered in her ear,
“That can be arranged, my dear.” She didn’t like that idea too terribly much. She tried to scream for help, but by the time she realized what was going on she was chocking on her own blood. The power of a simple neck slit. Good old Frank with that knife of his. Without him, we surely would've been caught. Her type just don’t shut up. She was still trying to scream through the warm, dark liquid.
“Take her down that street.” I said, pointing to a dead end block with just one house. It was dark and deserted. No one went there any more, because it was said to be haunted. Even police were too afraid.
“I’ll clean up the mess you made here.” I got down on my knees and took off my sweater to clean up the blood. It was times like those that made me happy I did my own laundry. There wasn’t much of it to clean up. Most of what had come out of her was streaming down her shirt. I could just say I got a nosebleed. After I had finished there, I went to check on my boys. They were in the process of taking her heart out. It wasn’t like she ever used it, anyway. It was my turn to put our signature mark on her.
“It amazes my why people always have to scream when being murdered. It would be so much easier to smile!” Frank Handed me the switchblade and I carved in her smile.
“Say cheese, Sabrina!” I said, pushing her into the river we were standing next to. Bodies turned up in the river all the time. This would just be another face, another life, another one gone.
Walk around the streets to meet someone old, weak, or alone? Good plan for getting rid of people and satisfying a thirst for blood and gore. It’s quite the fun thing to do when hanging out with friends.
“Get away from me you stupid mutt!” I heard a teenage girl’s voice rang out in the dead silence. The whimper of a dog followed after. It sounded pained. Frank’s eyes blazed with anger, I was sure that whoever that was would be the next one to be released from the world. We turned the corner to see someone from our school. She always called us names... she was so horrible and heartless to everyone who didn’t like Mariah Carey. That night, she would be TRULY heartless. We would be doing the world a big favor, getting rid of her.
“Hello Sabrina. Would you like me to walk you home? It’s not a very good hour to be out at alone.” Gerard said to her in his polite voice.
“With you?” She said with disgust.
“No way, I’d rather be murdered.” Frank walked up behind her and whispered in her ear,
“That can be arranged, my dear.” She didn’t like that idea too terribly much. She tried to scream for help, but by the time she realized what was going on she was chocking on her own blood. The power of a simple neck slit. Good old Frank with that knife of his. Without him, we surely would've been caught. Her type just don’t shut up. She was still trying to scream through the warm, dark liquid.
“Take her down that street.” I said, pointing to a dead end block with just one house. It was dark and deserted. No one went there any more, because it was said to be haunted. Even police were too afraid.
“I’ll clean up the mess you made here.” I got down on my knees and took off my sweater to clean up the blood. It was times like those that made me happy I did my own laundry. There wasn’t much of it to clean up. Most of what had come out of her was streaming down her shirt. I could just say I got a nosebleed. After I had finished there, I went to check on my boys. They were in the process of taking her heart out. It wasn’t like she ever used it, anyway. It was my turn to put our signature mark on her.
“It amazes my why people always have to scream when being murdered. It would be so much easier to smile!” Frank Handed me the switchblade and I carved in her smile.
“Say cheese, Sabrina!” I said, pushing her into the river we were standing next to. Bodies turned up in the river all the time. This would just be another face, another life, another one gone.
7/30/13