Maxwell's Silver Hammer

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Joan sighed as she picked up a test tube full of green chemicals and and carefully poured it into the liquid filled beaker that was sitting on the bunsen burner. She made sure to get down on her knees, eye to eye with the beaker so that she could get the measurements correct. It had to be perfect. She wasn't staying up this late just to screw up and end up having to do it over again.

But she was still pretty proud of herself. Those six hour chemistry classes were really paying off. She was doing so well in that collage class that her professor trusted her enough to take some materials home with her for practice.

Joan threw off her yellow rubber gloves and glanced at the clock that read "11:53" pm.

She was tired. Staying up that late every night could really do that to you. She may not have needed the extra practice, but she enjoyed her major. So if she was going to stay up late every night practicing, then so be it. After all, there was always room for improvement.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the harsh ring of the fire alarm going off, practically scaring the pants off of the girl. She whipped her head around in the direction of the Bunsen burner, witch to her demise, had been left on.

"Crap!" She called out, pulling the piping hot beaker off the stove, not even bothering to put the gloves on. She flicked off the burner and held her hand to her chest, putting pressure on the burned spot.

"Damn." She sighed as she took a look around at the wrecked kitchen that was filled with smoke, flipped beakers, and chemical covered counters.

Great, she thought. That's just what I need right now. A huge mess to clean up.

"Need a little help there?" A voice said from the kitchen door. She glanced over in the direction of the door,to see her close friend Max-Whom she had called over to fix her door- leaning up against the doorway.

"Shit." She sighed as she started to wrap her hand in the gauze that she pulled out of the drawer. "I forgot I had called you over here."

"Yeah, well I'm happy to help out." He said, giving her a charming smirk.

Joan had known Max ever since the first day of college. They got along quite well, even enjoyed the same classes like chemistry and health dimensions. She also had the tiniest of crushes on him- but she would never admit it. But who wasn't head over heals for this guy? He was the jock who all the girls had their eyes on.

It was when she found out that he was useful with a hammer, that she decided she get her front doorway fixed, and who better to call than the one and only Maxwell Edison?

"You know, you really shouldn't be over working yourself." He said as he made his way over to the girl, helping her wrap the gauze around her hand.

"Did you finish the door?" She asked him, kind of hoping the answer would be no so that he could stay a little longer.

"Almost." He said, giving her one of those smirks he could easily pull off. "I have a plan.."

"A plan?" She asked.

"Yeah." He smiled. "I'm going to finish that damn door that's been bugging you, and then I'm going to take you out."

"Out?" She blushed. The thought of going out on a date with this charmer made her blush.

"Maybe a movie?" He grinned.

"A movie?" She asked. "On Thursday night? Max, don't you have your meds class tomorrow?"

"Well yeah, but I can make time for a movie, can't I?" He added, leaning a little closer to her. "Maybe a horror movie."

"Seriously? Horror?" She laughed, trying to cover up her red cheeks. "You want me to get all scared so that you get a chance to wrap an arm around me, yeah?"

"Maybe." He smiled, his blue eyes staring deep into her brown ones. "But if you don't like that idea, we can go see a sappy romance if you like."

"No no, horror is fine." She laughed.

"Well then I better go finish that door." He smiled as he walked past her, the sweet smell of his Cologne drifting behind him.

A huge grin spread across Joan's face as she sprinted up the stairs and into the bedroom to make herself look decent. She just scored with the most charming guy in her college. She didn't want to go out looking like a mad scientist- even if she was. She was grounded and responsible, everything that max wasn't. She gave him a sense of reality and he loosened her up. She'd help him study for his meds class, and he'd help her to laugh once in awhile. They were both so different that they fit together like pieces of a long lost puzzle.

Joan rolled a sweet strawberry lip gloss over her lips, and pulled down her hair and ran her fingers through it. After posing like an idiot in the mirror a few times, she skipped back down the stairs to the door that Max was still busy fixing.

"You know," Joan started. "Women think men that work are pretty sexy." She smiled.

"Oh really?" He smiled as he stopped pounding the hammer, taking a moment to glance down at her.

"Really." She grinned as she stepped towards him. Practically standing underneath the ladder.

Max couldn't help it. Joan looked stunning standing there underneath him, her eyes shimmering in the moonlight. She looked gorgeous, and he was going to tell her that. But as soon as he opened his mouth, the worst happened.

The silver hammer slipped out of his sweaty hand, and went tumbling down toward Joan's head. He instantly leapt off the ladder, rushing to her side and praying that she was alright.

But unfortunately she wasn't. He knew that by the scarlet pool of blood that surrounded her once lively face. He shook both of her shoulders anyway, hoping- praying, that she would give at least one sign of movement. But there was no use trying to save her.

She was dead.

Bang bang, Maxwell's silver hammer came down on her head.

Bang bang, Maxwell's silver hammer made sure that she was dead.

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Note to readers: This is only one part. I will add the next two parts soon. But in the mean time, tell me what you think. Comment!
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