And Then The Murders Began

Chapter Seventeen: We're Not Gonna Take It

We keep on driving in silence for the longest time. I don't know if it's just that I'm hesitant to break it because I don't want the folks in the front seat to suddenly decide to whip out a pistol or something worse and then go on ahead and decide that I would be a good person to use them on...

I recognize them, and I'm still not really sure if this is supposed to be kidnapping or what, if I'm being brought somewhere- well, I know I'm being brought somewhere, just what the place I'm gonna find myself in is the question... wow my thoughts are jumbled right now...

I never met them- probably would have if I'd gone to the funeral, yeah, mmm hmm we're gonna kick ourselves over that today, how does that sound?

"So where do you wanna hide her?" the fox asks, and the lynx shakes her head. "Far away from here, where they'll never find her..."

Um yep definitely gonna die, shit...

This isn't how I wanted to go, but here we are...

I'm freezing, the windows aren't open, no, that would let me know where I'm going here, and I'm getting the sinking feeling that this might end up with a very scared and incredibly unsettled pair of kids finding my bones in a shallow grave when the ground finally heaves and the rain runs enough to wash out the dirt, wash it away, revealing scraps of cloth as well as the bones of a scrawny wolf.

There might be next of kin that they would notify, there might not be. If the person who I know's behind all this is, there won't be...

There might be an investigation, but knowing the world that I live in, probably not, yeah... no, definitely not. I'm Jerenteka, no LPD blueback good ol' boy cares about us other than to cause us grief.... Shitloads of it, too...

I hope that it's quick, that it catches me off guard and that I don't have time to be afraid...

I just want it to happen, not to leave me time to be afraid...

Is that really too much to ask for? Is it really?

"So what do you want to do with her?"

"Come on, we discussed this, take care of her... leave her somewhere where they'll never find her..."

Oh fuck oh shit they're gonna kill me, yep yep yep!

"If you give me a pistol, I can take care of it on my own and you two can just get on with things...?" I proffer. "You're gonna kill me, right? Please just admit that you're gonna kill me, it'll help me relax and accept my fate..."

"Well, we did want to put an end to all this," the lynx says, nodding, "but not like that, Electra... it's nice to actually meet you, by the way..."

"N- nice to m- meet b- both of y- you t- too," I stammer, holding on to every last little torn scrap of my sanity that I still have left as best as I can. "So, um, since I can tell that you want to kill me, let's make this easy, I'm just gonna sit here like a good wolf and you can, well, take care of the problem. I won't even plead with you. I won't even beg for my life, I'm just going to sit here and you can finish the job," I eke out, managing to muster the courage, wondering at the same time, all along, why I don't fight back, why I don't lash out, and then my fingers throb and I remember, I remember, because all I have are my teeth at this point and I'm not exactly keen on trying to fight my way through a plexiglass pane, yep nope nope nope, no no no...

I'm gonna die at this point, yep. I'm accepting that, I'm sitting here, and still nothing's happening.

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So I'm sitting there, just waiting for it, almost not able to believe that I'm allowing myself to do this, but I have to, they just need to get it out, maybe this'll get them to calm down enough so that I can talk my way out of this, my grandmother did always used to tell me before she died, Electra, you have a silver tongue, use it wisely, use it well, and only sparingly, in as many words...