Time To Die

Chapter 5 - Not going to plan

Tuesday morning arrives as the alarm rudely awakes Jet from her sleep, shortly followed by the ringing of the doorbell. Again the doorbell rings.

"Ok ok I'm coming." Jet shouted.

As she opens the door half asleep Marie comes bursting in.

"How can I use my key if you leave yours in the door woman? She laughs.

"It's 6am dude. I am not as bouncy as you. I need a brew and a smoke."

"Make a thermos mug and smoke on the way, we need the first bus to town if these plans are going to work. So chop chop, get a move on." The stuff was prepared the night before, Jet's handbag held the key to killing Matt Fielding.

The bus arrives in town not far from the chemists itself, Marie and Jet don't have far to go to reach their destination. On arrival there was already a line of people waiting outside, and sure enough fifth in line was Matt, hunched over and smoking a spliff, music blaring from his phone, annoying everyone else in line.

"So now we wait. Good job I brought the thermos it's freezing." Jet opens the canteen and they share a warm brew whilst biding the time. As Matt exits the chemist grounds, they stay far behind keeping him in line of sight, but not close enough to be seen. Arriving at the flat. If you can call it that. It was a shared accommodation, consisting of drug addicts and thugs, corridors strewn with needles and foil, the dank smell of vomit and urine filling the hall. Matt's room being ground level meant that Marie could keep a look out, and report back what was happening in the room. After ten minutes a text came through... You're GOOD to go!

Jet slowly opened the door to the room, knowing that he never locked it. That was the first part done. The room itself was disgusting, a basic bed surrounded by drug paraphernalia, alcohol bottles and bowls of sick. This truly was the worst I had ever seen him. Matt was laid out on the mattress, no covers or quilt, just stains of various kinds. He was completely out of it, not even wake-able by shaking. Marie could just be seen outside the window, concealed by a small bush. I was already ready to go; I didn't need to search for anything. The heroin, foil, spoons and other bits were already laid out on the bed next to where he lay. Syringe in hand I approached his body.

The needle was half prepared with a herbal concoction of poisonous roots, berries and leaves, now for the second part. Taking a large tablespoon out of her bag, she proceeded to burn what remained of the heroin into liquid, and carefully filled the syringe to the brim. Flicking and shaking its contents, tourniquet around his arm and veins pumping. The nerves were making her hands shake and sweat in the latex gloves, as she saw Marie mouth the words "Do it!"

The needle went in without a glitch, slowly pressing down on the plunger the contents were dispersed into Matt's arm. Jets phone began to vibrate... Someone is coming back, the text read.

"Shit!" Jet said. It vibrates again... HIDE NOW!!!

A male voice could be heard entering the building. "Matt dude can you lend me some cash?"

There was literally nowhere to hide. Two options under the bed, or in the wardrobe, knowing Matt had very little belongings or clothing with him, most of which were on the floor. Wardrobe it is she thought to herself, as she quietly stepped over the carnage that covered the floor. Narrowly jumping into the old wooden wardrobe, only to find that the door was damaged and therefore didn't entirely shut. Holding on to the door as tightly as possible from the inside, she heard the male enter the room. He then spoke again. "Matt, Dude, wake up, I need some cash." Matt's body remained lifeless although still breathing. Realising he was out of it and wouldn't wake up, the guy started to go through the box under Matt's bed, rooting through he seemed to find what he was looking for, and maybe more, as he chuckled to himself filling his hoodie pockets. He then turns and leaves the room, door wide open. The phone vibrates... Go NOW! Running for dear life Jet shot out of the room and through the corridor, slipping on something on the way out. Marie grabs her hand.

"You did it mate." She shoves Jet down behind the bush. "I will take a look... He's foaming at the mouth face down choking... No wait... The movement has stopped. I think he's dead."

"How the hell do we know? I mean he should be. How long do we wait?"

"We don't." Marie said, grabbing her hand. "We walk now." Pulling her back away from the window Jet could see there was no one around. "Ok we walk." Arm in arm like any other day, Jet and Marie headed back to town for the long bus journey home.

"I can't believe we did it. The scumbag is dead, and he can't hurt anyone else. Did you pick up the stuff on your way out?"

"Yes, the syringe and tourniquet are in my bag. I am going to put them in my sharps bin at home, it gets collected next week, then goes off to be incinerated, the rubber gloves can go in the fire pit, so that's the evidence gone."

"What did you mix in it?"

"A bunch of stuff but mainly foxglove, that way if he survived it he would have tripped balls, and would have no clue what had happened. As it stands the plan worked and he is gone for good."

"Wait. Foxglove isn't that the pretty flower in your garden. The tall one with tubes for petals?"

"Yeah (Jet laughs) Pretty but highly poisonous in the right form. You can make LSD from it, but the wrong amount will stop your heart, so it's not worth playing with, stick to your shrooms." The pair laughs uncontrollably. They had been chatting so long they had hardly noticed the journey go by, and the bus was just pulling into the yard.

"This is us. We made it home." Marie said. "How long till someone tells us he's dead?"

"Someone at the club will mention it, one of his cronies no doubt."

"Brew?"

"Brew." They nod at each other in agreement.

Walking through the door Jets phone rang, it was a young lad she knew from her old DJing years, only kept as an acquaintance of the bar, thanks to him going down the road of drink and drugs, due to his actions he was now currently barred for six months.

"Hey Jet it's Dez, long time no see, just ringing with some bad news but I thought you would want to know that Matt's died, he OD'd earlier today."

"Why are you telling me? I have nothing to do with him anymore."

"He once said you were the only person to ever show him kindness, and had a true heart. So I guess I thought you would want to know."

"Well thank you for telling me."

"Ok sorry to have bothered you this evening with such bad news."

"The only way you would know what happened is if you were still in that lifestyle Dez. I take it your back on the hard stuff?"... The line went dead.

"Well news is out already, that was quicker than I thought. Again though, we got away with it."

They smiled at each other drinking the last of the tea, Marie pipes up. "Well thank you for a really eventful and exciting day that dickheads gone and we can sleep peacefully at night." The two laugh. "We should do it again sometime."

"For now stay safe, and let me know when you get home."

"I will beautiful. Goodnight." Kisses are blown and the door closes.

Jet exhausted makes her way to bed, doing the usual routine of; Teeth - Toilet - Time. Once the alarm was set, she settled down watching the stars of the bedside lamp rotate, as she thought to herself... "My God. I'm an actual serial killer... And I'm good at it." With that said, she drifted off to sleep.