Death Marks (Queen of disaster)

Beef Jerkey

"You look so beautiful today hun, you know I'd kill myself if I was with someone else because their beauty could never match yours." Steve wrapped his hands around Morgan like a doll, She hated that so much.
"Of course dear, I wouldnt think anything else of it" Morgan strained a smile on her face to keep from vomiting at the toxic behaviors that were being presented. Steve pressed his lips against Morgan's gently."At least he's a good kisser" she laughed loosely at the thought and pushed off of the other to go sit down on the sofa. "Gross," Morgan felt something stiff in the mans pants as they both sat down. She looked down to alert the other that she noticed the, problem.
"Oh sweetheart, that's not my dick." Morgan felt relieved and scared at the thought that an erection wasn't present and something else was. "That's a gun"
Next thing Morgan knew, she was on the floor with a gun to the chest. "I hate to do this to you baby, but you were going to leave me, I we can't have that, so I'm leaving your dead body in my apartment" Morgan looked at the gun directly over the left side of her chest and back up to Steve. "Dirty little traitor"
"BANG BANG"
Morgan played dead for a few minutes until she was sure that Steve left the scene for good. She sat up and brushed off the dust that had found it's way to her clothes,"Damnit Steve, this was my favorite shirt! Cmon man!" She yelled out the door.
Looking down at the ruined shirt, Morgan took note of the fact that a new tattoo had appeared where the bullet went through, looked to be some kind of theater mask or something.
She couldn't care less, it was just another thing that assholes took part in, killing off the witnesses.
She knew the cops would be there any minute now because the neighbors are worrywarts who don't know how to mind their business.
She walked down the hall and into the last room on the right. Inside there was a bedroom with a closet to the far right. She strolled over and grabbed a new shirt with some kind of a sarcastic comment on it, her phone, and her earbuds.
Out the door back down the hall and to left into the bathroom to touch up a few things, Morgan changed shirts, fixed her hair, cleaned the blood off of her upper chest and neck, and redid her makeup. "Eeh, good enough." She walked down the hallway, into the kitchen and grabbed her keys and a bag of beef jerky. "I am stealing this, serves you right you little cunt" she said to Steve like he could hear her. Outside, down the hall, stairs to the ground floor and on the motorized bike that she had had since forever. Immortality wasn't always a gift, and wasn't always a burden. There were does and donts like don't stay the same person for long or do take part in multiple "once in a lifetime" experiences because they can always be done again.

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FINALLY!! I have been working on this new peice since August (currently December) and I kept forgetting about it and not finishing this chapter.

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