murder

Mary watched the blood pour from the wound. There was nothing quite like the sight and smell of blood.

The body was still alive; there was still a slight rising and falling. Dad always said you had to finish what you started. Mary stabbed the body again between the ribs before twisting the blade slightly and withdrawing it slowly.

“All done”, she said proudly.

Emily sat in the corner crying and afraid. Daddy wasn’t moving or talking anymore.

Mary wiped the blood from the blade on her dress and turned towards Emily, “Nap time sweetheart”.

Emily screamed at her mother.

The body wasn’t going to fit. It was as simple as that.

Jack fought one last time with the leg in desperation.

“Fuck ya!”, he shouted in frustration before falling into silence wondering if anyone had heard him. All was quiet; he breathed a sigh of relief.

Jack stood for a moment, surveyed the macabre scene and pondered. The bitch had to be over five foot seven. He was slipping. Getting careless. Careless gets you caught. You idiot!

Only one thing for it.

Jack quickly headed to the garage to retrieve the power saw, a birthday gift from his mother.

Killing was easy. You wanted to do it? You wanted a hit man? You got one! You wanted death by strangulation, car accident, knife, gun, explosion; you got it. Hell you could have a murder with cookies if you wanted. It was all too easy.

Michael leant back in his leather chair. Clean murders. Messy murders. The legs of the chair reconnected with the floor and Michael turned his attention to outside the window where his neighbour stood hedge trimmer in full gear.

“Noisy bastard! I ought to stick that…”

Michael pondered, turned to his computer and began to write.