The Murder King (A First Draft)

In Which Mary and I Make Some Art

        Mary had a very distinct way to end peoples' lives.  She was almost, if not as, sadistic as I am.  Her and I had some great co-kills back in the day.  Salt is still one of my favorite memories of her.  Back then, she was free and beautiful.  Now I can only imagine her rotting away in some prison cell.  I would pay any price just to see my dear friends just one more time before I die.  That is one of the reasons I'm writing this.  Maybe if I finish, they'll let me see them all just one last time...  I know I'm the snitch, but I'm also the leader and I miss my underlings. 

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August 14, 2011 

        "I still can't believe you drugged me and pierced me!" I say pointedly to Mary, who is walking behind me.  Jack is behind her, carrying a wagon full of salt.  I'm not really sure what it's for, but Mary asked me to bring it.  It's been a month since my ears were pierced, and I've only just been able to take out the studs without running the risk the piercings growing back in.  "Oh shut up about it already," Mary says as she stares at the black spike jutting out of my right ear, "You know you love them."  "Love it or not, it still hurt like hell after they got infected!"  And I'm not lying.  It fucking hurt.  With that statement, her maniacal laugh echoes around me.  "I hate you," I whisper, but her bat-like ears catch it and she thumps my throat.  "You know you love me, Princess." 

        After a few more minutes of companionable silence, we arrive at our intended destination.  Jack brings the wagon up and asks if he could leave yet.  "Sure, Jack.  Go back home, do whatever," Mary tells him.  That's unlike her.  She hasn't really been talking to him since the bedroom incident.  He says bye and starts walking back home.  I wave to him as he leaves, but he doesn't notice and just keeps walking.  I look at Mary as I reach out to the door handle, "Are you ready?" "Of course," her cocky response comes from behind me. 

        The house we have arrived at belongs to Halwyn Salacia and her parents.  Mary had planned out this whole kill herself.  Earlier I had asked her what Halwyn had done to deserve killing.  I didn't care, but I wanted to learn more about her.  She told me that she would tell me when we got there.  Well, we were there, so I looked over at her expectantly.  "Not yet," she whispered as she opened the door and walked in, sneaking up the stairs and into a room that I suspected was Halwyn's.  I heard lots of moaning and creaking bed springs from the room, so I suspected that Halwyn wasn't alone in there.  I looked over to Mary and mouthed, "What do we do now?"  She looked back at me and whispered, "Fuck her.  Oh wait!  Too late for that isn't it?"  She then opened the door and went in. 

        It took about five and a half seconds for them to notice us.  In those five and a half seconds, I saw things I would prefer to have not seen.  Let's just say, that room was steamy.  And they were not using covers.  The first one to notice was the boy.  There must have been some serious BDSM shit going on here, because he was handcuffed to the bed-post.  He looked over and saw Mary and I standing the doorway, and was about to scream, but I didn't give him time.  I reached down into my pockets and drew out one of my weighted throwing knives.  It went flying through the air and imbedded itself in his skull.  The whole process from being spotted to death took about another two seconds.  Halwyn didn't notice his death for a few more seconds, she was making so much noise.  But when she opened her eyes and saw the blood pouring from her partner's skull she screamed.  I had strict orders from Mary - I know I don't usually take orders - not to kill Halwyn until she was done with her, so I couldn't do anything to stop her screaming.  Mary took care of it.  She calmly walked the remaining few steps to the bed and punched Halwyn in the face.  Hard.  She fell to the ground, unconscious. 

        "Okay.  Go down and bring back up the salt," Mary ordered me.  "Sure, your Highness..." I whisper as I walk back down the stairs.  "What was that?" Mary's voice echoes throughout the house.  "Nothing!" I shout back.