The Death of the Dregs
def: a small amount of residue
The Murderer
Posted by b on 2:48 PM
It’s me. Again.
I’m standing here above this woman. Another mother of three, another woman who deserved to be set free. I look right into her eyes. She looks so scared. I lean into her, whispering into her ears, “Its ok, you’re going to be free soon.” She cries and cries, telling me about her husband, poor little thing doesn’t even know that she’s going to be perfect, in about a minute. I raise the knife above her. I stab into her chest. I take out the knife and she screams in pain. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” I say. It helps I think. I see the look on her face, she does look peaceful, and I wish I were her. She’s going to love me for this. I remove the knife, the blood leaks. I pull up a chair to watch. I let her lay there, bleeding. Should I help her? No. This is my second murder. I can’t believe what I am seeing. I can’t believe what I smell. I can actually smell the metallic smell of her blood. I sit and watch. She looks beautiful. I’m lost in her eyes, watching the life fade from her. It’s disgusting, yet it’s so beautiful. I breathe out. There’s nothing left in her. She’s in heaven. I start pulling trash bags from the box, the lawn sized kind. I pick up the saw, cut her into little, throw-away-able pieces. I put each little piece into the bag, pulling the yellow cords shut and then tying them twice. I have blood all over me. I’m glad.
I hear sirens, from a distance. It must have been her screaming. I see red and blue lights, shining in from the garage windows. The garage door open and there stands the man’s husband. He sees me, standing there, holding her head; I guess I can understand why he was upset. I bet it’s an image he will never forget. I’m upset that he saw this, but I’m lighthearted, because I k now I am sending him to a better place. I pick up my gun, put a bullet in him. Three actually. Pretty upset, but he coughs and then he’s with his wife. I wish I could get the kids, but the police are there and now I have to send them away. I came prepared. I pick up the shotgun. I aim towards the first officer, who fires towards me. I let loose two shells; one strikes him in the face. I see it burn off him. I smile. The next officer shoots me right in the stomach. I fall down, because it hurts, but I keep smiling because I know I’ve saved so many. God is going to be glad I sent so many back to him. I say this, my dying words, out loud or to myself, I’m really not sure. “I love you God, I sacrificed myself to you, I hope you appreciate everything I have done, I’m so glad I won’t get to join you.” With that, the officer shot me once again in the head and I became lost in hell.
I’m standing here above this woman. Another mother of three, another woman who deserved to be set free. I look right into her eyes. She looks so scared. I lean into her, whispering into her ears, “Its ok, you’re going to be free soon.” She cries and cries, telling me about her husband, poor little thing doesn’t even know that she’s going to be perfect, in about a minute. I raise the knife above her. I stab into her chest. I take out the knife and she screams in pain. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” I say. It helps I think. I see the look on her face, she does look peaceful, and I wish I were her. She’s going to love me for this. I remove the knife, the blood leaks. I pull up a chair to watch. I let her lay there, bleeding. Should I help her? No. This is my second murder. I can’t believe what I am seeing. I can’t believe what I smell. I can actually smell the metallic smell of her blood. I sit and watch. She looks beautiful. I’m lost in her eyes, watching the life fade from her. It’s disgusting, yet it’s so beautiful. I breathe out. There’s nothing left in her. She’s in heaven. I start pulling trash bags from the box, the lawn sized kind. I pick up the saw, cut her into little, throw-away-able pieces. I put each little piece into the bag, pulling the yellow cords shut and then tying them twice. I have blood all over me. I’m glad.
I hear sirens, from a distance. It must have been her screaming. I see red and blue lights, shining in from the garage windows. The garage door open and there stands the man’s husband. He sees me, standing there, holding her head; I guess I can understand why he was upset. I bet it’s an image he will never forget. I’m upset that he saw this, but I’m lighthearted, because I k now I am sending him to a better place. I pick up my gun, put a bullet in him. Three actually. Pretty upset, but he coughs and then he’s with his wife. I wish I could get the kids, but the police are there and now I have to send them away. I came prepared. I pick up the shotgun. I aim towards the first officer, who fires towards me. I let loose two shells; one strikes him in the face. I see it burn off him. I smile. The next officer shoots me right in the stomach. I fall down, because it hurts, but I keep smiling because I know I’ve saved so many. God is going to be glad I sent so many back to him. I say this, my dying words, out loud or to myself, I’m really not sure. “I love you God, I sacrificed myself to you, I hope you appreciate everything I have done, I’m so glad I won’t get to join you.” With that, the officer shot me once again in the head and I became lost in hell.