it's hard to reconcile part 7
i passively considered mourning the passing of my abusive captor and the only girl that ever let me kiss her in front of her parents, but, sometimes practicality outweighs emotion and taking care of this body was a big fuckin' issue. so i grabbed her by her pale wrists and drug her suprisingly heavy body to the window. suffering my body's aches and pains, i pulled open the window and strained and strove to push her corpse out the 2nd story. it made a wet thump as it hit the concrete and i nervously looked to see if it caught anyone's attention. my nerves were all shot and my experience shot from that session of electrode torture. goddamn it. i walked over to the closet and pulled out of my meal ticket from it's cigar box. it had a comforting weight in my right hand and i knew then that i'd never let it leave me again, even if i had to stick it in the elastic band of my underwear. i put on jeans and a t-shirt and casually strode down the stairs to the front door. as i pulled open the front door, the wind hit me with a refreshing blast of atmosphere and it tasted like metal.
i walked to the apartment building next door and made my way up to the second floor and the room who's window mirrored my own, the only witness to this soon-to-be cover up. i kicked open the door and in the kitchen i saw a couple loudly and breathily fucking, drowing out even my violent entrance. i sighed and considered letting them finish but really. this was an ideal situation. i cast my eyes around the apartment and my eyes lit upon a letter opener sitting on a mantle and i strode over to the man who just happened to be on top. the woman, while in paroxysms of ecstasy, managed to open her eyes and saw me poised over the two of them and she readied to scream. a silence "thwip" from my guy and half her face dissolved. the man pulled his torso back in horror at the gory mess before him. another silent noise in his neck and he writhed for a few seconds and then dropped dead on top of his paramour. i was trying to make this look like a lover's kill but now it just looked...odd. i really am out of touch with this sort of thing. i grabbed the knife and walked back to the alleyway. there, i stabbed the corpse with the letter opener. at the very least, this will confuse the hell out of the homicide detectives and making cops jobs more difficult was one of the many reasons i still loved my job.
now it was time to get the fuck out of dodge and find out who wanted me to think they wanted me dead.
i walked to the apartment building next door and made my way up to the second floor and the room who's window mirrored my own, the only witness to this soon-to-be cover up. i kicked open the door and in the kitchen i saw a couple loudly and breathily fucking, drowing out even my violent entrance. i sighed and considered letting them finish but really. this was an ideal situation. i cast my eyes around the apartment and my eyes lit upon a letter opener sitting on a mantle and i strode over to the man who just happened to be on top. the woman, while in paroxysms of ecstasy, managed to open her eyes and saw me poised over the two of them and she readied to scream. a silence "thwip" from my guy and half her face dissolved. the man pulled his torso back in horror at the gory mess before him. another silent noise in his neck and he writhed for a few seconds and then dropped dead on top of his paramour. i was trying to make this look like a lover's kill but now it just looked...odd. i really am out of touch with this sort of thing. i grabbed the knife and walked back to the alleyway. there, i stabbed the corpse with the letter opener. at the very least, this will confuse the hell out of the homicide detectives and making cops jobs more difficult was one of the many reasons i still loved my job.
now it was time to get the fuck out of dodge and find out who wanted me to think they wanted me dead.