Fictional Horror Piece.
She had heard me… although, she didn’t actually know it was me, but she heard something. I was calm, not worried about being spotted. She must have already felt a sense of fear from being alone all night. I knew she would convince herself that it was “probably nothing” and ignore the sound. Once I felt her eyes leave the bush, I peered out, watching her move towards the car door. I stood up quickly now and dashed towards her. This was the time. Her back was turned, she did not see me coming, giving her no time to scream or fight back. With all my strength, I pulled back the brick in my right hand and propelled my arm forwards, forcefully. I did not let go of it. With it firmly in my hand, I bashed the back of her head, jerking it forward and consequently smashing face first into the side window of the car. Her head was just like that of a rotten fruit. On the outside, it was convincing; looking fine and firm… but once in contact: it collapsed easily, giving way with no problem from the simple touch. I really couldn’t believe how easy it was. Usually I was accustomed to striking again with another immediate blow, but the woman dropped down instantaneously, making her final crunch on the ground. It was messy. Not only was blood pouring out all over the ground, filling into the grooves and cracks of the tiny pebbles, but it covered the window of the car. It doused my hands and I could even taste the salty splatter that found its way onto my face. This was truly one of my quickest kills.
I walked back over to my hiding spot to find my bag I had brought with me. I took it back towards the light of the car and began rummaging through it, pulling out a plastic bag and my trusted flashlight. I paused for a second, looking at the mess. There was no way I was going to clean it. I knelt down beside the body with my plastic bag and put it over her head, tying it tightly around her neck so blood could no longer spill onto the ground. It was time for us to go. I grabbed the woman and flung her over my shoulder, grabbed my bag, and was guided down the remainder of the long driveway by my flashlight.
Crunch, crunch, crunch… The cool night breeze was satisfying, as I was overheating from all the excitement. I inhaled deeply through my nose, in-taking the atmosphere as I trudged on. Finally, I got to the end of the driveway and saw my car, which was parked on the side of the empty country road. I walked over to my trunk (still with the woman on my shoulders), popped it open, and tossed her in, slamming the trunk down behind her. I turned around and looked up to the sky. The moon was now faintly visible now; the large dark clouds passed by as I heard the soft “chirp” of nearby crickets. I walked over to my car door, got inside, turned on the engine, and cranked down the windows. I shifted into gear and drove down the night road ahead. It really was a beautiful night.
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