Short Stories

Three

A cool swipe of a blade. That's all it would take. Right across the neck, letting the oozy red liquid pour down her chest, arms and waist.
I licked my dry lips deliciously at the thought. But no.

I wanted this girl to suffer, like she made me, I think as I roll up my sleeves to reveal a long white scar walking up my arm, to my shoulder. I grimaced in disgust.

She will suffer, as I did.
I looked over to my table of tools, wanting to choose something with more class and shine than just the regular butchers' knife I had now.

My hand hovered over the large quantities of silverware and torched-black metal from my first victim.
She was a smart one, that one.

She managed to escape within this very garage, after I hadn't been too careful with the bindings. After all, it was my first professional time. I caught her just as she reached a torch and turned it on.
The final scene was a brutal investigation for the cops to look upon.

I remember the looks on their faces as a couple newbies, as I recognized, came walking calmly out of the garage with pale faces.

The crime I've left behind for the buzz to find, was my best yet. I remember taking the pictures of my beautiful artwork.

"Would you like to see a couple photos?" I asked Lucy Hallo.

I wanted her eyes to scan every pixel of the very remnants I've left for the investigators, and see what was in store for her. I wanted her to see the lovely scenes, and perhaps see it through my eyes.

Her mouth hung open, yet no words came out. I smiled at her shock. She had not expected me to say a word. She expected it it be quick and sudden. Well, quick is not my way of doing things.

"Hold on, I'll just be a minute," my voice echoed throughout the cool concrete garage as I walked over to the lights and shut off the lights so that the light of dawn's moonlight shone its way through the single window on the right.

She began struggling again.
How I love to watch them squirm.

I turned on the projector, causing a flickering noise to erupt the silence, and slipped a card into the slot.

I walked over to the girl.

"Open your eyes," I stated quickly with a heavy dose of anger.

Her eyes opened and all I saw in the gloomy grey of the atmosphere, was her black eyes.
I took my pliers that was specialized to keep the eye open, and set it in place.
For the amount of time that this girl has been out with these contacts, she should be blinded momentarily for a couple minutes, so she wouldn't be able to see my face.

I took the frequently used contacts from the girls eyes, so now she was blessed with sight. I rushed behind the projector.

"This picture is of my first victim. Isn't she lovely? I picked her up at the marine park after I grew tired of waiting to kill, although I wasn't supposed to. You see, my brethren grew impatient with me as I tried to become the man they wanted me to, but I could not help the blood lust I so very much wanted and deserved."

I explain all this as Lucy Hallo gawked at the screen. The image was a masterpiece. It was positioned in this very garage, with a limbless torso lying on the floor with a pool of blood that was smeared across walls.
I painted my beautiful pictures with the red A-positive residue. A lovey sky, a sun sitting on the horizon as a tree looked to be melting by the sun's touch.

I signed as I glanced over to the left with the markings, that were faded, but still there.

I inserted the next slide.

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I vomited across my lap as this lunatic man shared his past events with me.

The picture was a woman's brain that was dissected from the rest of her lifeless body and placed upon  a table, cut into fourths.

"... and this, I wanted to re-create the moment in which Leonardo da Vinci created the study of humanism."

The hot chunky acid dripped its way down my legs and pooled along the edge of my stiletto's strap. Those costed two hundred dollars! It's a designer pair!

I silently grimaced at the warm feeling of cooling vomit, sending shivers to walz their way up my spine and back.

I'm so involved into my thoughts and this picture, that I realize footsteps are right behind me until I feel a sharp pain stab the back of my neck.

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I looked around the hallways curiously for about two days now. Lucy wasn't at school for about two days. I haven't seen her since the party, yet if she got into a crash, I think the whole school would've been buzzing about it in less than the eight hours in which it has happened. No sign of Lucy Hallo.

"Second day in a row, and Lucy's not here, usually she's here everyday, in health or not," I state to Madylin as she scotches her way onto the bench that sat before the table.

"Who cares? She's a bitch and nobody really cares. Sure they notice, but they don't really give a crap."

Something's wrong.

Later that night the news is on for my parents as I grab dinner off the counter. Lucy Hallo's been reported missing. The tv's bright with blue and red along with a map of where she's been last seen which was at a park near the house that threw the party.

This is so weird. She could be dead and nobody knows. This girl, that was my best friend for... What, seven years before high school. High school changed her dramatically.
This is too weird.

I need to go.

"Mom? I'm going to go to the corner store to grab something!" I shout throughout the little house.

I slam the door shut and head to my car and drive. I just drive.

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-See_thesea