The Trial. (DISCONTINUED, OLD)

Chapter 3 - The Cover-Up

{Redacted} dashed home, not waiting for anyone. She quickly went to the cellar and began pondering what to do next. {Redacted} decided the best plan was to take him out at a late hour, and bring a knife. You never know who could possibly witness it, better safe than sorry.

Later that night, {Redacted} rushed to put him in a bag. Well, it wasn't a fancy body-bag or anything. It was a trash bag.

She quickly realized that he wouldn't fit.

Well of course, this was a big problem. How would she transfer him to a safe place? She thought for a moment.

She had an idea!

A *very* gruesome idea, but it was better than nothing. {Redacted} pulled the knife she planned to use on anyone who witnessed this, and then realized something. If they went looking for him, and if she was a suspect of some-sort, they would find his blood all over the place. She put the knife back into her pocket. His blood was already basically smeared across every wall and some quick DNA testing would easily prove it was his. She needed to clean up the place, and in the process cover everything up. It wouldn't be easy, but it's better than getting a death sentence at 15 years old. {Redacted} ran upstairs and grabbed some bleach. She had never exactly used bleach, but today was the day she would learn!

{Redacted} poured unholy amounts of bleach everywhere. She never had realized how strong the scent of bleach was, but it was fine. As long as the cops or whoever comes looking doesn't find anything of strong suspicion, she would be fine.

She was fine.

{Redacted} got back on track. Once she poured all the bleach everywhere, she put a tarp on the ground. It wasn't anything fancy, just a blue pool cover looking thing. {Redacted} dragged his body onto the tarp, and pulled out the knife again. She quickly started slashing his body, cutting everything into intricate pieces. As {Redacted} did this, she placed every part into the garbage bag. Blood was flying everywhere, but not off the tarp. The tarp was large. It had a slick blue coat of paint on it, with white strands poking out of the sides. It was obviously deteriorating by the day. It was about time she put it out of its misery.

Eventually, the mutilation of the body was complete, with a few minor rough patches. The blood was all over her hands, making the stain grow bigger. No matter what she did, the stains wouldn't come off. Like the world was mocking {Redacted} for her wrongs.

It was worth it though. She hated him, he tried to take *her* away from {Redacted}. He knew she loved her, they were once friends. The world was better off without him anyways. She saw all the missing person reports, but {Redacted} knew it would be blown off as some dumb senior prank anyways. He would never be found, dead or alive.

{Redacted} picked up the tarp and shoved it in the plastic bag with the body parts. She put the knife back in her pocket and began heading for the front door. Of course, it was dark outside, but this was perfect because it would be harder to see {Redacted} in the dark. She grabbed a shovel on her way out and went to the woods next to her home.

{Redacted} began digging holes for every individual body part and placed all of them in a hole. When she was finished with each part, she put a thick layer of dirt on-top of it.

She started heading back to her house, leaving the plastic trash bag behind. Yes, she knew littering was bad, but when you are on the brink of going to jail for murder at the ripe age of 15, I think the deer who happens to suffocate in it somehow, won't really mind.

As {Redacted} walked, she took in the nature around her. It was calming.

Momo smiled.