The Murder King (A First Draft)

In Which I Confess My Feelings... In Public

        I'm almost embarrassed to write about what happened at the party. But it affects Joshua and I, so it needs to be in here...

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May 20, 2009

        Joshua and I arrived at the party fifteen minutes late. We were not trying to arrive ”fashionably late”. We were stuck in traffic for thirty minutes, or we would have been our usual fifteen minutes early. My stiletto was tucked into my sleeve and Josh had his pistols. I’m still not sure why he chose guns. I use knives so I can be closer to the kill.  And since Joshua still hasn’t deigned to talk to me, I guess I won’t find out any time soon. His “muteness” also applied to writing, meaning it must be selective and he just didn’t want to talk. Maybe one day he’ll get over it and I’ll finally hear his voice.

        So, as I was saying, we were late. But that was fine by me. As we entered, the room quieted. No one knew who we were, but we must have looked important. All eyes were on us, and it was great. We crossed the room and settled down on “our” table. I say “our” only in the loosest sense. A few weeks before the party, I had snuck into the home of a certain Mr. and Mrs. Kolps. They didn’t even have time to scream before they were dead. After the fun, I went through my usual routine of tidying up the place when I found an invitation for the party. I thought that Josh would like it, so I used the address on the invitation to RSVP. Joshua and I then went and got fitted for our tuxedos. We looked good.

        There was a lot of alcohol at this party. Mostly in the form of wine. I took advantage of that, drinking way too much than was good for me. Of course, Joshua decided to be a "Goody Two-Shoes" and not drink. By the end of the night I had thrown up five times, so I guess Josh was right. Again. God! For someone who can't talk he sure knows how to one-up me. Josh and I started mingling to choose our next target. We each danced with several people, but it never felt quite right to me... So I switched partners one more time and ended up in the arms of Josh. It finally felt right. After a few minutes of this heaven, I started to notice that people were staring. I was done with this kind of shit. Every time Joshua and I went somewhere it ended up like this. So without thinking, I stopped dancing and screamed for everyone to hear, "MY SEXUAL PREFERENCES ARE NONE OF YOUR GOD DAMNED BUSINESS!" That sure stopped their staring.

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        Well now that I've got that out of the way, I think I should tell you how I feel about Josh. I like him, I really do. But I'm not into the mushy romance stories, and my story certainly doesn't end that way. Josh was there for me when I needed him and I was there for him, and I truly believe that is what we need. Someone in our hectic lives that we can depend on. I feel confident that if I'm not doing well, Joshua will take up the slack for me. I love him, just like I would love anyone who did what he did in my situation. Be it male, female, tree, cat, or anything else. So what people think I'm messed up? I'm used to that kind of shit. I mean, I am a serial killer.