Starco Oneshots

👻Murderer👻

Aaaaaand we're back. Happy Halloween everybawdy, also, Gore warning!

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The night was... serene.

Crickets chirped outside.

Ben Kawitz was a man in his late thirties, overweight, useless, awful. He puffed on a large cigar as he worked away at his laptop. He lived the easy life. A businessman by day, monster by night.

There... was a creak. The old man turned around quickly and saw nothing... maybe it was just his imagination. But a form suddenly appeared over him, clutching a wire tightly.

With a quick movement, the wire wrapped around his neck, pulling on his arteries. The large man gagged, struggling, gasping, anything.

"Just shut up." His voice whispered.

The man tried hard to fight back but slowly slumped over, unconscious. Perfect...

...

Ben woke up tied to a chair. He was in his basement, tied so firmly down that movement wasn't possible.

There were suddenly creaks from the stairs, as the hulking form of Marco Diaz approached.

"If you scream I'll slit your neck." He said plainly.

Marco was a very well-built man. The hot summer night had left his brow wet, and his tight shirt damp. He was a young man, but his face read maturity.

"M-m-Marco...?" Gulped Ben.

Of course, he recognised him. Marco has spoken with him before. Their parents were close business associates. Didn't matter to him. Marco knelt so they were face-to-face. Marco's black latex gloves covered his tracks easily.

"You know why you're here?" He asked.

Ben shook his head quickly. Seeing Marco had relieved him just a bit, he knew him and his parents after all, so surely he could be talked out of... whatever this was!

"You speak to young girls online often?" He asked plainly.

Ben seemed... flabbergasted that Marco knew about this.

"I don't- I-"

"Shut the fuck up."

And he did.

"That girl you're speaking to... Stacy. You're looking at her."

The pieces all fell into place.

"Marco... Marco listen I made a mistake- I-"

"Shhh... Shhh... It's too late to be sorry."

Marco walked over to a table and pulled out a small syringe.

"W-What is that..." Gulped Ben.

"A lethal dose of methamphetamine. Don't worry. At least you'll die in ecstasy. I'd love to make it more painful for you but... getting caught isn't my thing. This is just how I do things."

"T-they'll investigate this! Don't be an idiot!"

"You think that with all the money laundering your company is responsible for, they won't have fair grounds to assume you used some of that dirty money you need to wash to get a bit too high? What a joke."

"Y-you're a good kid, Marco... you don't have to do this..." he pleaded.

"People like you make me sick. Pry on the weak. Then act weak to not get pried on. I'm not an idiot." He sighed.

Marco pushed down the stop on the needle, making some of the liquid spurt out.

"I was going to castrate you... But with dodgy business dealings plus no family left, it just sounded easier to kill you. Plus I hate wearing masks. They make my face itchy."