Ghost of the Alpha

Chapter 7-Tansy

There are many ways to kill someone. Many ways to hide a body. Many ways to dispose of a body. I think of all of them. All the ways they work, all the ways they go wrong. I know them all. I've read about them. Learned about it through late night television with my parents. Watched in secret from within my closed bedroom. Headphones on. Blanket over my head.

I watched Criminal Minds, Bones, Law and Order, NCIS, etc. I read books about serial killers, murder mystery, thriller, kidnapping, the list goes on. My favorites though, were the ones with clinical chapters. How the victims died, what the killer left behind. The one I loved the most was The Relic. All about the mysterious killings at a museum, and the culprit being a hybrid monster from South American folklore.

I researched all the ways humanity has killed. From the Stone Age to the modern. What is myth and what is fact. What the tv does not tell you, but what the books say. What the scientists say in their medical journals and textbooks. Nothing got past me. Nothing was too far out of my reach. I soaked up the knowledge like a sponge. Like all the things I loved. Flowers, herbs, gardening. The art of acting. The method of vocal tone, pitch, and cadence. The work that goes into to preserve a pleasant singing voice. But, they don't hold a comparison to the methodology of forceful death.

After my meeting with the Alpha, that's all I can think about. All the ways I could make him suffer at my hands. It would be so easy, if he were human. But he is not, so it will take longer for things to turn in my favor. I know for certain, that when I start packing on the pounds, and the wolfen doctor gives the green light, I'll be having to procreate with that beast.

I guess I will be needing to make a stop to the gardens soon. Very soon.