This Is How We Like To Do It In The Murder Scene!, chapter 3
[u]:Gerard:[/u]
I quickly finished the job, dumping the corpse into a deep, black hole which I had previously dug in preparation for tonight. I couldn't share this thing I was hiding with anyone, not even my best friends. You see, what they were doing, was simple and how I started out. But word does get around. The 'right' people do find out. And they wanted me for this job. This is the real murder scene. No juvenile teenage shooting or whatever. Sex, and murder straight afterwards, followed by good money. Mmm, just how I like it.
And yes, maybe I am twisted, but I'm no necrophylliac. I have charm that could get absolutely anyone into bed. It just depends on who I have to use that technique on. I stood on the corner of Brooklyn Avenue, as planned. An unfamiliar guy with a hood approached me, and handed me an envelope which presumably contained my pay. I set off home, no questions asked, no words spoken. This is the way it is. And it isn't going to change in the near future...is it?*
[u]:Yas:[/u]
Everyone has a little secret that they don't want anyone else to know, right? I wasn't in the wrong by doing this, that's what I'd tell myself. I played with the razor-blade between my fingers. Slowly, I cut a smooth line across my left lower arm. I watched as red liquid began to trickle downwards and slowly slide off my arm onto the clear white bathroom tiles underneath me. I felt a warm, calming sensation spread throughout my body. I suppose I knew inside that this was dangerous, but somehow...I couldn't stop myself. It was an addiction. It could hold me worse than a drug. But it felt so good, so right. I had to do it, I had to punish myself for all the bad things i did, all the people I'd ever killed. I staggered onto my feet and disposed of the blood covered razor-blade. Nobody would ever know...*
[u]:Mikey:[/u]
I was seriously starting to regret this. I knew these people deserved to be taught a lesson, but why couldn't we just beat 'em up or something? The guilt inside was building up steadily and slowly killing me. I had to drop out soon, or God knows what's gonna be of my life.*
[u]:Krissy:[/u]
I sneaked upstairs, keeping out of my parents' sight. You see, they're really strict and if they found out what I was hiding...hah, they'd hit the roof. It wasn't even big, just a little tattoo underneath my neck with mine and Bob's name entwined in twirly lettering. I thought it looked so cool, but I knew my parents ground me until I was thirty if they found out. Oh God, they think this is bad, if they really knew what I got up to at the weekends with my friends...hmm. I sighed and flopped onto my bed.*
[u]:Frank:[/u]
"Bitch, I know your little killing secret," he hissed into my ear.
"Whatever," I rolled my eyes.
"But two can play at that game," he continued. "So if you tell your stupid motherfucker friends about me, then I'll get you before you get me, got it?!" He gripped tighter on my arm. I could taste blood in my mouth. I felt so helpless, I needed to do something about this. He was ten times my size and over ten years older than me. I cried my eyes out as he left with the same satisfied smile proudly on his face.*
[u]:Lis:[/u]
I puked into the toilet and felt a familiar repulsive, sour taste creep into my mouth. I placed my hand gently on my rapidly growing stomach. It was beginning to show now, and soon, people would find out. But before they found out, I had to tell Gerard. I knew this was going to be a big shock for him, and that's why I'd been putting it on hold for so long. You see, I was going to have...a baby. I was six moths down the line now, but still I had confessed to no-one. I sighed and slid onto the floor, trying to think of any possible solutions. But there was nothing. I crept back into my bedroom and tried my hardest to prevent myself from crying, but I ended up crying myself to sleep again anyway.*
I quickly finished the job, dumping the corpse into a deep, black hole which I had previously dug in preparation for tonight. I couldn't share this thing I was hiding with anyone, not even my best friends. You see, what they were doing, was simple and how I started out. But word does get around. The 'right' people do find out. And they wanted me for this job. This is the real murder scene. No juvenile teenage shooting or whatever. Sex, and murder straight afterwards, followed by good money. Mmm, just how I like it.
And yes, maybe I am twisted, but I'm no necrophylliac. I have charm that could get absolutely anyone into bed. It just depends on who I have to use that technique on. I stood on the corner of Brooklyn Avenue, as planned. An unfamiliar guy with a hood approached me, and handed me an envelope which presumably contained my pay. I set off home, no questions asked, no words spoken. This is the way it is. And it isn't going to change in the near future...is it?*
[u]:Yas:[/u]
Everyone has a little secret that they don't want anyone else to know, right? I wasn't in the wrong by doing this, that's what I'd tell myself. I played with the razor-blade between my fingers. Slowly, I cut a smooth line across my left lower arm. I watched as red liquid began to trickle downwards and slowly slide off my arm onto the clear white bathroom tiles underneath me. I felt a warm, calming sensation spread throughout my body. I suppose I knew inside that this was dangerous, but somehow...I couldn't stop myself. It was an addiction. It could hold me worse than a drug. But it felt so good, so right. I had to do it, I had to punish myself for all the bad things i did, all the people I'd ever killed. I staggered onto my feet and disposed of the blood covered razor-blade. Nobody would ever know...*
[u]:Mikey:[/u]
I was seriously starting to regret this. I knew these people deserved to be taught a lesson, but why couldn't we just beat 'em up or something? The guilt inside was building up steadily and slowly killing me. I had to drop out soon, or God knows what's gonna be of my life.*
[u]:Krissy:[/u]
I sneaked upstairs, keeping out of my parents' sight. You see, they're really strict and if they found out what I was hiding...hah, they'd hit the roof. It wasn't even big, just a little tattoo underneath my neck with mine and Bob's name entwined in twirly lettering. I thought it looked so cool, but I knew my parents ground me until I was thirty if they found out. Oh God, they think this is bad, if they really knew what I got up to at the weekends with my friends...hmm. I sighed and flopped onto my bed.*
[u]:Frank:[/u]
"Bitch, I know your little killing secret," he hissed into my ear.
"Whatever," I rolled my eyes.
"But two can play at that game," he continued. "So if you tell your stupid motherfucker friends about me, then I'll get you before you get me, got it?!" He gripped tighter on my arm. I could taste blood in my mouth. I felt so helpless, I needed to do something about this. He was ten times my size and over ten years older than me. I cried my eyes out as he left with the same satisfied smile proudly on his face.*
[u]:Lis:[/u]
I puked into the toilet and felt a familiar repulsive, sour taste creep into my mouth. I placed my hand gently on my rapidly growing stomach. It was beginning to show now, and soon, people would find out. But before they found out, I had to tell Gerard. I knew this was going to be a big shock for him, and that's why I'd been putting it on hold for so long. You see, I was going to have...a baby. I was six moths down the line now, but still I had confessed to no-one. I sighed and slid onto the floor, trying to think of any possible solutions. But there was nothing. I crept back into my bedroom and tried my hardest to prevent myself from crying, but I ended up crying myself to sleep again anyway.*
