Time To Die

Chapter 10 - That was unexpected

Back at the campsite Marie looked smug and she knew something... "Here is a fact for you. Did you know that Diabetes kills 3.4 million people a year or so?" She said shocked.

"Yeah it's a bad illness to live with too." Jet said rustling around in the tent. "Where's all the munch gone? I can't find any sweets. Have you got the marshmallows out there?" Jets hypo taking hold and her body beginning to shake profusely.

"Sit yourself down in the tent, and I will look for you." Marie said while shuffling about. "You realise that there is none left... I ate them all."

"What the hell Marie. Why would you do that I'm a fucking diabetic." Jet now fuming at the thought of having to walk all the way back, while her whole body shook. She tries to stand feeling the effects coming on thick and fast.

"Just lay down and let go Jet, you know you want to." Marie said slyly.

"What are you on about woman? I can't get up, you're going to have to help me."

"Or NOT!" Marie said laughing "One hundred unit's right? That's what you gave Sarah, and that's what I gave you. Jabbed you right in the ass when we were out looking for Rebecca; I was really surprised how easy it was, still had the gloves on and everything. You may end on seven victims, but I am only just getting started. I don't want to stop. You are my first." Marie said, looking smug with herself.

"What the hell Marie. You're topping me off after years of friendship, and all we have been through together in life. Why? Why me?" Jet knew at this point there was no hope. The phones had no signal, there was not enough sugar in the world to take this off and she knew what was going to happen. "This is going to be brutal, I'm going to fit, then go into a coma and die. At least when I killed Sarah she was asleep, and didn't have to go through all this... This is just cruel you bitch."

"You have taught me well though my friend. The student becomes the master. All I have to do is walk back to the main road and call the police. You killed all these people, and then killed yourself out of guilt. It's poetic really." Marie's smugness now coming across like this was planned all along in her head.

"And how? ... Just... Do you think you're going to get away with all this?" Where's the planning?" Jet said, now shaking uncontrollably on the sleeping bag in the tent. "You will never get away with it like I did." Jet began to cry, something she hadn't done in years.

"The explanation written in your suicide note says otherwise." She said laughing. "I copied three of your kills together to make one. You killed all these people including Rebecca, and then hot shot yourself for a suicide with your own medication. The letter in the bottom of your bag says it all."

"Fu...ck... I...Need... Sug." Jet could not finish the sentence. She lay there knowing her future was doomed. Marie had done everything right. The shot of insulin from Sarah, but hot shooting like Matt, and the suicide note from Sue and David. It was all perfect. "All... I Can... Sa...y is... You did... Well... I... Lo...ve... You!" Jet said as her body went into convulsions and writhed around in agony. Her whole frame having a large shudder, and then she crashed."

"Coma time." Marie chuckled to herself. "I think I got time for a brew and a smoke before walking home, I must remember..." She took the video camera, and proceeded to delete all footage from the memory card. "You did all this, you crazy cow." She said looking at Jet's comatose and now lifeless body. Marie smiled to herself knowing that in half an hour. Jet would be dead!

Finishing her smoke and brew, Marie left the campsite exactly as it stood and headed off down the lane, Taking photos of the old Manor house, and surrounding area with her phone. She wanted to hold a little souvenir to take home. Thinking of how she had suggested every killing. Jet was never in control, she thought to herself, as she mumbled her explanations aloud.

"Sarah was a leech on society, Sue and David were selfish assholes, Shell should have never put the dog to sleep, Matt was a narcissistic drug addict, Mum was just a complete bitch, and Rebecca took away my oldest friend. I'm glad you killed them all. I love you too Jet and I am going to miss you the most."

Marie had thought of everything, and was wildly thinking of all the other people that had wronged her in life. "They all need to die." She said to herself quietly. Jet would be dead by the time anyone reached her, and all she had to do was cry and wail emotionally at the police, and this would all be over. Surely no one was going to question it, once Marie had spilled the beans about all seven murders; no one would question the suicide at the end. Her mind wandered on to new victims and new ways to commit the murders, she wondered if Jets Mum would let her have all the books she owned, as there was enough herbalism and witchcraft stuff in there to kill a small tribe.

"Jet's Mum." Suddenly the realisation kicked in of how devastated she would be about her daughter's death. Although knowing the woman well, she would probably take her under her wing as her own... Hmm, a new Mum. A kind Mum. Marie thought to herself. It was a very appealing thought.

Reaching the top of the lane near the main road, her phone signal sprung to life. She dialled 999.