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It had started to rain sometime in the middle of the night. The rain beat hard on the window panes in the bedroom and thunder rolled over head, and for the briefest second lightening illuminated the darkened room before it disappeared and everything went black again. Jane woke up. It wasn't the lightening or the thunder that woke her up, but a sudden urge, as if someone had pried her eyelids open and told her that it was time to get up for school. It wasn't time for school, it was still dark out, but Jane slipped from the bed like she was suppose to and padded silently out of the room.
She moved down the stairs like she had done a million times before, and into the kitchen. There she stood for a very long time, so long in fact that Winston came to investigate, the large, rapidly growing dong whimpered and sniffed around his mistress before backing away. Something wasn't right, and he retreated to the kitchen table to hide under it, whining softly as he put his head down on his front paws. Jane didn't move a muscle, not until the dog was under the table and she was free to go to the knife block. Chef kept the sharpest knives there, and she slid a large boning knife from the block and held it at her side as she turned and walked back up to the bedroom.
It seemed like a good idea. It seemed like some sort of holy quest, to rid the world of Justin DuMorne. In fact it was the only thing on Jane's brain at that moment, she didn't think about the cold floor under her feet or the chill her naked body experienced as she moved through the house. Even when she stubbed her one books on the floor, she didn't register the pain.
When she stood over Justin's sleeping form she didn't see her lover, her boyfriend, she just saw a beating heart, a warm body who's light needed to be extinguished. Jane lifted the arm that held the knife, ready to plunge it down into the chest of the man who held her close at night. Just as she was just about to bring the knife down, Winston rushed into the room, barking loudly and growling at the woman who looked like his mistress but certainly didn't act like her.
She moved down the stairs like she had done a million times before, and into the kitchen. There she stood for a very long time, so long in fact that Winston came to investigate, the large, rapidly growing dong whimpered and sniffed around his mistress before backing away. Something wasn't right, and he retreated to the kitchen table to hide under it, whining softly as he put his head down on his front paws. Jane didn't move a muscle, not until the dog was under the table and she was free to go to the knife block. Chef kept the sharpest knives there, and she slid a large boning knife from the block and held it at her side as she turned and walked back up to the bedroom.
It seemed like a good idea. It seemed like some sort of holy quest, to rid the world of Justin DuMorne. In fact it was the only thing on Jane's brain at that moment, she didn't think about the cold floor under her feet or the chill her naked body experienced as she moved through the house. Even when she stubbed her one books on the floor, she didn't register the pain.
When she stood over Justin's sleeping form she didn't see her lover, her boyfriend, she just saw a beating heart, a warm body who's light needed to be extinguished. Jane lifted the arm that held the knife, ready to plunge it down into the chest of the man who held her close at night. Just as she was just about to bring the knife down, Winston rushed into the room, barking loudly and growling at the woman who looked like his mistress but certainly didn't act like her.