The Murder

Chapter 12: The Kill Part 2

*Tape Recorder*

As Damon was standing there.  I stood there in the shadows of the darkness to plan out his murder.  Surprisingly, in the middle of my thinking, my eyes led me to a certain "tool" I could use on him.
An Ax.
Thee abandoned ax was leaning on an old dumpster, it was so close to me, within one reach, my hand would be on it.
Then I thought. "This moment was made for me"
Damon was meant to be killed this day. To pay for what he did.
Just picturing his death made an enormous smile across my face.  My fingers felt good as it gripped the axe slowly without any sudden noise.

I was ...Marcia Morgan was living in the moment.  ....
Now, all I had to do was make my thoughts, turn into action.
So I walked closely ...
And closely ...
I took my steps wisely.  ...
His back was still facing me.
So now is the time.

Just when I was about to attack,  Damon turned around. So before I was seen, I quickly hid around the corner.

Just looking at his face made memories come back ...
The emotions I felt.
The anger and the hurt.

.....

That's when my anger made all the right moves for me.

I waited before looking around the corner ...
About 2-3 minutes.
Then I peeped around the corner slowly and Damon's back was facing me again.

I can't take it anymore !!
I ran out with the ax as fast as I could.
Before he could react, I sliced his leg with the weapon and watched as he fell on the wet, cold  ground, and watched as blood poured from his injured area.

His eyes grew wide. His lips was shocked. He couldn't say anything but yell out of agony.

Hear me out when I say, that I was gonna let him off with a warning.
But, when Damon tried to reach for the weapon, I became angrier and kicked him back down.
He was crawling to get away.
And I loved it.
Seeing him crawling away from me..
The girl who he bullied ..
I loved it.

So I hit his other leg with the ax.

"AAAAAHHH !!" He yelled.

I began to laugh.  Because his pain was enjoyable ...to me, that is.

He turned on his back, and looked at me while blood was leaking from his injured areas.

He spit out blood and said "M-Marcia ?!.....you b**** !!!"

Did he just call me the B word ?
That right there was it...
Apparently I had a blackout ...
I didn't respond to him.
Instead, I showed in action how I felt.

I took the ax and hit his foot with it
"Aaahhhhh !!" He yelled

As he tried reaching for me, I chopped his wrist off.
Yes, his wrist was detached from his arm.
Blood was covering the grounds of the ally.
Next thing you know, I just start hitting him over and over again with the ax.

...Next thing I know....
His body was in pieces.
Sweat was dripping down my face.

I pushed my hair back and looked at the work I did.
I began to laugh.
Hahahahaha ....I haven't felt that good in years.
Seeing his body like that was satisfying ...
But then I began to think of the consequences ....how was I gonna hide the body ?
How was I gonna get the blood off the ground ?
....finally I thought of something. Like the grinch, a smile grew wide across my face ..
I found a solution ...