Your Friend, Alex

Your Friend, Alex: Part 7

I entered the bedroom to Mandy, completely naked lying across the bed, the moonlight shining across her small breasts. She has a cigarette in her hand, and puts it out in the ashtray on my nightstand as I enter. "It's about time.", she said, smiling. I paused in the doorframe, gazing upon her body as she ashed the cigarette, finally at the pinnacle of my fantasies. I removed my clothes and slid into the left side of the bed caressing her skin and passionately kissing her. Her lips were soft and supple, and as I pulled back, I gazed into her deep blue eyes. They were eyes that one could get lost in for hours, and her pupils dilated at the sight of me. Snap out of it. Let's get to it already. I cleared my throat, "Now Mandy, I don't have to tell you that you're my favorite, do I baby?" I whispered, a smile spreading across my face as I reached into my bedside table. "No sir.", she replied, "Rosaline may have been the first, but I'm the best." I chuckled, pulling out two pairs of handcuffs. "Good girl. Then you must know what these are for then?" She nodded, saying nothing but offering her wrists to me. I cuffed her left hand, slowly pulling it up to the headboard and attached the other end of the cuff to it, restraining her left arm above her head. I walked around the bed, cuffing her right wrist to the right side of the headboard, then closed the bedroom door behind me. "Mandy, when we first met I was amazed by your beauty.", I said strollying back to my nightstand. "In fact, I was completely in shock. I don't think I've ever met a woman as beautiful as yourself." I leaned down to retrieve my knife tucking it against my left arm, shielding it from Mandy's view. "The truth is Mandy, you're my muse. This film I've written, the one that we're starting to shoot tomorrow? It's about you my love." Mandy looked dumbfounded. "Oh Alex, do you really mean it?" "Of course I do, sweetheart. You see it's a romcom about a man named Theodore, and a woman named Alice. A man in his 30s, much like myself who thinks he's out of gas. He doesn't think he'll ever fall in love. So he's stuck in cycles sleeping with women, doing drugs, and moving on to the next one. That is, until he meets Alice, a friend of one of his conquests." I mount the bed and Mandy, slowly thrusting myself inside her. I leaned on my right arm, my left tucked behind my back, and continued to whisper, " Over the course of the movie, he slowly falls in love with her and they start a life together, finally living happily ever after in the Hollywood Hills. It's a beautiful film, really Mandy. Just not quite as beautiful as you." Mandy moaned, her eyes closed as I continued to slowly push myself in and out of her. "Really" She said softly, opening her eyes to lock with mine. I leaned in close, so close that our lips were touching, and looked her in her eyes. "No.", I replied. I quickly flipped the knife from my arm, accidentally scratching it in the process and slit her throat, covering her mouth with my other hand. I pulled myself out of her and placed the knife on my bedside table. I turned around to survey my work, covered in Mandy's blood as I heard her gurgling. Her face was transfixed with fear and I saw the life slowly draining from her eyes. I leaned in until my lips were just next to her left ear and whispered. "It's actually called, 'Crash Out', and it's about a man whose girlfriend cheats on him, transforming him into a serial murderer who kills stupid whores like you and sacrifices them to Satan because he believes the only place where such women belong is burning in an eternal fire. Some could say it's my biopic. I say it'll be my magnum opus." I smiled, patted Mandy's head and walked out of the room. I glanced at the clock above my front door. 2:25am. I better get moving. I approached the couch where I found Rosaline, slumped forward her head on my coffee table, foam oozing from her mouth. Brown coke? This girl had to be stupid. I actually had given her an ultra-concentrated form of heroin I had purchased a few weeks earlier directly from a farmer in Afghanistan. See? I'm not a total liar. I told her the right location. I walked to the closet and reached for the shelf above my jackets. I had purchased an electronic turkey carver, two hacksaws, and a chainsaw to keep my options open, and was set on trying out the turkey carver for this evening. Firstly, I had to prepare my vessel. I walked back to the bedroom, carver in hand and got to work. According to Satanas, Julia had gone a bit overboard by removing fingers, toes, and ears, she was just having fun and getting creative with it, however the appendages did have to go, and I'd be damned if I was going to use a kitchen knife again. I got to work, starting with Mandy's left arm, sawing my way through her flesh and muscle tissue until I hit bone. I pushed as hard as I could but sadly, turkey carvers are not made for human bones. I was disappointed to say the least, but this left me with my favorite option. The chainsaw. True, it was going to be messier than I had hoped, and louder but that really wasn't a problem. I strolled back into the living room, around Rosaline's corpse and back to the closet to retrieve my chainsaw. I placed it on the floor beside me, and made my way to the entertainment center across from the corpse. I thumbed through my records, until I finally landed on my favorite at the moment. "My Way.", by Frank Sinatra. I threw it on the record player that sat below my TV, and plugged it into the surround sound stereo system. This was a party neighborhood, so I knew no one would question such loud music at this hour. I dropped the needle and grabbed my chainsaw, strolling back to Mandy's body. As the opening notes of, "Watch What Happens" began to play, I resumed cutting through Mandy's left arm. By the time the closing notes of the titular, "My Way", came to a close I was finished. I arranged Mandy's limbs in a neat line where her legs once laid and checked the time on my bedside clock. 3am. Not bad at all. I began to carve a pentagram into Mandy's stomach, whistling to, "A Day In The Life Of A Fool.", as I worked, making sure to be precise with each point of the star. I then strode back to my kitchen, fetching a spoon from my drawer and paced over to Rosaline. I pulled her head back by her hair and smiled. That's one less problem to deal with. I shoveled out her brown eyes, put them in my right pocket, and let go of her hair, letting her head fall with a loud bang into my coffee table, then proceeded back into the bedroom. I strode to the left side of Mandy's corpse and picked up her now severed head, holding it with my left hand, as I scooped her deep blue eyes out with my right. I put her eyes in my left pocket and gently placed her head back on the bed above her torso. Then, I gathered my candles. They were spread throughout my living room and kitchen, which had an open concept, making it easy to assemble them all quickly. I arranged them in a semi-circle around the bed, being careful to count three steps between each candle placement, as I wanted to get this right. I made my way back around the circle to light each candle, then strode back to Mandy's left side. "Satanas, Satanas, Satanas, Satanas..." I continued chanting through the sounds of Sinatra and screamed louder and louder until I had chanted his name 50 times. I then reached into my right pocket, retrieving Rosaline's eyes, and placed them into Mandy's detached head. I then went back to my living room and pulled Rosaline's body back by her hair, leaning her backwards onto the couch as I reached into my left pocket. I put Mandy's blue eyes into her head. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and shouted, "Satanas, exorior!" At first, nothing happened. A wave of panic shot through my body. Have I made an error? Maybe the bodies are supposed to be in the same room? Or maybe I miscounted my chanting. Before I could find the answer, I felt a tap on my left shoulder. I spun around to see none other than Satanas himself, wearing his black suit, his yellow eyes piercing my soul. "Beautifully done." He smiled as he began walking over towards Rosaline, "A bit sadistic to tell Mandy the film was about her, but I admire that. You've done well Alex." I smiled, "Thank you Satanas, everything has been completed. I trust that you are satisfied for another 3 years?" I walked over to the record player and raised the needle, stopping Sinatra mid-melody, and turned to face Satanas. "Quite.", he replied, "But these bodies ugh. It would be a shame if a young up and coming screenwriter like yourself were discovered with these no? I'll gladly take them off your hands." Satanas snapped his fingers, and in the blink of an eye, Rosaline was gone. I walked to the bedroom, but instead of a bloody mess I found only both sets of handcuffs hanging from my headboard." Satanas called out from the living room. "You should get ready. The first day of shoots for 'Crash Out' are today. You don't want to be late, especially to the shoot of your own biopic do you? And Willem Dafoe in the lead role? What a bold choice!" I walked back towards him, shaking his hand, "Before you go can I ask you something?" Satanas paused, taking his hand back and smiling. "Anything, my boy." "Can I keep the eyes?", I asked. "Ah a trophy is what you seek? Well I don't see why not." He snapped his fingers. Suddenly I was holding two small glass cubes. One contained a pair of deep blue eyes, the other a pair of brown eyes. "Thank you Satanas.", I said gratefully. "I just want to remember, that's all. Farewell." "And farewell to you my, boy.", he replied. I walked to my nightstand and placed the cubes inside, and when I turned around, Satanas had vanished. I showered, ate a bowl of cereal with my City Grind Coffee, got dressed, and walked down the hall to the elevator, which was now descending to the ground floor. The doors opened and I strode to the front, walked out the large glass doors, and hopped into my Uber. "Warner Brothers lot 3-B.", I said to the driver lighting a cigarette, "Step on it.."