The Sweet Aroma of Rotting Blood

The Body

As the blood began pooling around his throat she finally allowed herself a smile. Ajax. Dumb, sweet, clueless little Ajax. He was just another number on her never ending body count. It's always such a delight to see the fear in their eyes as their precious crimson blood taints their skin. Sadly for them, Wednesday has always enjoyed that. That sensation of power when someone is begging for her mercy even though she will never give it.

She walked up to the sink and began rinsing her knife, it made quite a mess in the conservatory. This was not the first murder that happened here, the former principal notwithstanding. Quite ironic since she was also somewhat involved, what with being a key witness and all.

The blood stains the sink as it slowly began to drip off and clear the knife, one of her favorites - an all-black kunai uncle Fester brought home from Indonesia on a vacation (spree robbery)- she then took of her latex gloves and packed them safely in her 'evidence' bag to burn later. Getting caught would not be in her best academic futures' interest.

She had decided even before her first kill that she would not involve thing, she could not risk him blabbering to Enid who would surely accidentally tell someone and get her reported. She was then alone to hack the cameras, before her crime was committed and blasted onto every Jericho police station computer screen once the monthly check of security footage happened from the lazy IT guy at nevermore.

Luckily, she is a fast learner, and had utilized the phone Xavier had given her to gain an understanding of the technological world - and had completely blacked out the recordings, and messed with the built in microphone that the manufacturer had somehow hidden in those black little hemispheres fastened in the ceiling corners.

Now what to do with the body you might ask? Well good thing Wednesday's family has prepared her for every single happy accident gory and macabre. She had of course brought her bone saw with her to amputate his limbs making him effectively smaller and able to fit in the convenient body bag she has been so thoughtful as to bring. There really was nothing more therapeutic than seeing the blood from her victims limbs squirt out from the base, and that delectable sound of sawing through the femur bone in the upper leg.

She sighs as she finishes up and puts the body bag filled with Ajax' corpse remains' strap on her shoulder, "this used to be Pugsley's job" she grumbled as she made her way to the forest to find an adequate place of body-burial.