A/N: Okay, I'm back with another chapter. :) Once again, if you don't like the idea of death or killing or anything along those lines, don't read, to the rest of my kiblets, enjoy:)
Chapter Two:
The next morning, a young man in his mid twenties dressed in UPS delivery uniform (the brown shirt and shorts) walked towards an apartment building with a box package in hand. He whistled as he walked into the lobby thanking the door man for opening the door, and doing his job correctly. The delivery man kept on whistling only stopping to ask the pretty lady at the front desk a question.
"I have a package adressed to Jim Anderson. Would you mind telling me where his room is at?"
The lady at the front desk fixed her name tag, checked the system through her computer, and replied. "Sure cutie, that'd be room 206 on the 4th floor."
The delivery man's eyes widened a bit as he switched arms he was holding the box in trying to show off his muscles, "Room 206?"
The woman at the front desk- let's call her Kaitlyn- sighed and gave him a reasuring smile, "yeah, we're a pretty big hotel."
The delivery man- let's call him Gregory- smiled back at the woman, "Might as well get started now, where are the elevators miss?"
Kaitlyn pointed to her left, right next to the desk was an opening leading to the elevators, "Over there."
Gregory smiled and winked at her saying, "Thanks."
And left towards the elevators. Once in the elevators, he pushed the button to the fourth level and waited for the all too familiar sound of a ding. As he walked out, he quickly helped an elderly woman into the elevator and stepped out, giving a quick goodbye to the woman and the woman smiled and thanked him. Gregory started to whistle again as he walked down the hall looking for the numbers 206.
Gregory turned the corner and once he saw it, he halted at the foot of a white door labeled 206. Gregory nocked on the door and waited a few moments before a shirtless man wearing sweatpants holding a mug of coffee opened the door.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Are you Jim Anderson?" Gregory asked.
Jim nodded, "Yes."
Gregory held up the brown box labeled with Jim's name, "I've got a package for you, just sign here," he said, giving Jim the roster. Jim quickly signed it and took the package. "Have a great day sir," Gregory told Jim as he left. Jim just grunted and entered his flat in confusion. He hadn't ordered anything... oh, maybe Carolyn did.
At the thought of his ex's name he let out a chuckle and smiled, "I had her going for quite a while." He sighed, "Oh well, time open up the package. But first, I will pour myself a cup of coffee. I'm in no rush at all today."
He smiled and poured himself a cup of coffee and then prepared his drink just how he liked it. A few minutes later, he turned to open the box and noticed how dirty smelling his flat became. He scrunched his nose up in discust. "Well, I'll get to that later, time for package opening." He placed his coffee on the table and extended his arms to reach for the package to open it. He then remembered that he would need his knife to open it up so he went back to his kitchen to retrieve one. When he came back to the table, he cut the tape apart and lifted the flaps of the cartboard box, and his eyes grew to the size of saucers.
Just before Jim opened the package and had been making his coffee, Gregory was downstairs flirting with Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn was writing down her number on his arm with black pen when Jim opened the flaps of the package. And when Jim's eyes went wide, Kaitlyn and Gregory were saying their goodbyes. And when they hugged, they heard a LOUD SCREAM that sounded masculine. The scream was heard all throughout the building and all the peope in the 562 rooms occupying the building heard the scream and opened their doors, curious to where the scream came from.
And as for the rooms next to Jim's flat, the people living in there looked at eachother and noticed that Jim was the only one missing. And in an instant, all the neighbors quickly rushed to Jim's door, alarmed and worried. When they all heard loud nervewrecking sobs and cries from the inside, the people barged at the door until someone managed to bust it open.
Then and there, next to the table was Jim on the floor, clutching something in his arms, crying and rocking cradling the round object in his arms back and forth, throw up all around him. A man with a black handlebar mustash, Mr.Williams from room 207, carefully stepped around the vomit on the floor to stand in front of Jim.
"Jim, son, are you alright?" He asked gently. Jim ignored him and kept rocking back and forth on the floor, still cradling the object in his arms. Rocking himself back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
Mr.Williams motioned Mr.Quinn from room 204 and Mr.Kelley from room 208 towards him.
"Help me pick him up," he told them. The men too, carefully transitioned themselves from their wives and stepped around the vomit on the floor. They took Jim by the arms and lifted him up to his feet while Jim cried harder, the tears shooting out of his tear ducts like rockets. Jim yelled and screamed out, like a wounded animal in pain. As the 3 men lifted Jim off of the vomit covered floor, the round object in his hands rolled onto the floor.
Mr.Williams caught the sight of the object on the floor, he cried out in shock, "Holy mother of GOD!!!"
When the people at the door peered in nosily and saw the object on the floor, the women screamed, the children cried and men either caught their wives when they fainted or cried into their arms, or looked at the scene upon them with wide shocked eyes. There was this one woman that quickly phoned the police and explained the situation while trying not to bawl her eyes out. She was probably the most responsible of them all.
And then and there, on the floor, was the decapitated head of Carolyn Yasmine Johnson, staring up at all the people in the doorway with unblinking blinding glassy white eyes and a pale blue face with bruises covering her neck.
Alright, so that's the end of that:) Here's the question and quote of the chapter!!!
Quote: "Do the one thing you think you cannot do. Fail at it. Try again. Do it better a second time. The only people who never tumble are those who never mount the high wire. This is your moment. Own it." -Oprah Winfrey
Have a nice day kiblets and Fairwins!!! :) I love you all!!!
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Mutilation
HorrorA two-shot story about Carolyn, who was dumped by her jerk boyfriend Jim, her now ex, who was going to propose to her.
