Die+Die+Die

Die, Die, Die “Arg” the girl began to scream in a barely audible voice before it was cut off by the blade that was thrown through her throat. “Hmph. More of a fight from you would have been nice. I mean you didn’t even seem remotely frightened that I broke you door in, nor that I was wielding a knife. I mean I really would expect much more of my own sister. I mean really, not even looking cautious or curious as to why I was here in the middle of the night, only welcoming. And when it finally dawned on you I wasn’t here for a friendly visit, but to end your pitiful life, you can’t even muster enough volume to arise any suspicion that something very horrid occurs within your home. It is a pity really. I thought this would be more exciting, more fun. Vengeance is meant to be that way, is it not? I assumed I would be much happier as I began to satisfy my need to take revenge upon the town of idiots who dared to scoff at my ingenious inventions, yet alas I feel not even giddy by killing you. Perhaps a slight tingle of almost joy in the pit of my stomach, yet nothing more. I had truly hoped that seeing the blood of my annoying sister spilled across the floor would fill me with such joy I would leap around the room in excitement. Yet here I am disappointed and realizing that I am nowhere near done so perhaps there is hope still for me to be put in euphoric moods when I see more dead bodies.” He quickly gathered the body to lose as little blood as possible. He wanted the most dramatic affect possible at the grand unveiling, as the town would find the body, hopefully floating in a pool of blood. He dragged his sister to the town through the withered, twisted, and leafless trees that were a forest in the spring. The leaves crunched beneath his feet shocking the owls, which began to hoot. He got to the center of the village where the only light was provided by the stars I the moonless sky. There he set his sister, her head in her arms, and he walked away. The inspiration of the head in the arms had been from legends of Anne Boleyn, who is said to walk through the tower of London, her head in her arms. The villagers awoke the next morning and walked into town as they always did on Mondays, but today was no average day. In the center of the town square lay the body of Ms. Natasha Hobbs, lying lifeless, head severed and in her arms. She lay in a pool of her own blood surrounded by people gasping in horror at what the saw before them. That was how it all began. The beginning of the end of the entire village, though they may not have realized it, they were all going to die. Well, all except the murderer who found his own life to be quite precious. In other words a lunatic with no true power had sentenced them to death. The rampages grew more violent, the people almost looked tortured before they died as if they were to the point of begging for death and the killer began to write out a note. With each death a new word or two. Which at this point it read “there is no escape now from the fate you will all face. The sentence is of you own making when you scoffed insulted and deemed use the amazing wonders conceived by”. The town was naive enough not to figure out who it was. The last two families though very upset were anxious to learn who was massacring there beloved home. The killer though it better to kill them all in one night so his identity would not be revealed until he was ready to burn the village to the ground, but he was flexible. If it seemed the families would be more upset to be killed separately he would extend this out one more night just to see the reactions. And so he did finding he truly enjoyed the hype and the fear that came from the deaths. The sense of anticipation that someone was next though they fervently hoped otherwise. He finally decided two separate attacks would be the most enjoyable of all. He killed the family of four first. Starting with the parents t make the children feel isolated and alone when they saw their parents bodies, but he tried to minimize screaming knowing that would be over the top and his demise at that point. He didn’t reveal the bodies until he was ready to kill the individuals and quite relished the shock that spread across their faces when they saw who would be their killer and that they were next to dead bodies. Although not all went according to plan the young daughter walked into the room about the time the brother was being beheaded and would have been able to get away if the killer had not turned around right as she was leaving and thrown the knife right through her forehead pining her to the wall. He rather liked the effect so he left her there as was and wrote on the end of his note to the town that the identity of the murderer was written under the body of the last victim in the home of the three other latest victims. The one villager not yet killed was curious so he went into the family’s house where he found the body pinned to wall and under that a note written in a very neat and elegant script was the name of Lillian Hobbs. The last villager gasped because everyone thought she must have died of committed suicide or something along those lines because she had disappeared from the town allegedly having left because every her sister who said Lillian would visit on occasion. No one actually believed her because there was no evidence of a visitor and they only assumed she had gone slightly insane, but were to kind to voice their opinions. I now realize I was horribly mistaken until now that our killer is not a he but a she and I truly must apologize for this grave error that I did not realize was happening until now. Lillian had waited for that last villager. Once he appeared to had finished reading the note she pleasantly said “Hello” “No, this cannot be possible. You shouldn’t exist, you died and your crazy sister was just having hallucinations caused by her grief. This is totally impossible. You can’t be Lillian Hobbs; she died years ago. Even if you are Lillian you should be dead.” the villager replied. “Oh you stupid villagers will never learn will you? That’s why I started killing, you know. You dismissed my ideas, so I needed revenge and here I am about to get it in full. Then you call my sister insane. It’s not that I disagree with your statement; I simply disagree with your reasoning. You obviously thought she was crazy because you thought I was crazy. Well you are wrong. She may be crazy, but I am not, and now I am going to kill you.” “ You wouldn’t kill me. Never. You should just let me go. I do not pose any threat and who said I ever dismissed your ideas?” “Ah, but that is where you are wrong again. You may not have dismissed my ideas, but you did not defend them. In my mind the offense is there still the same. The lack of support for my improved guillotine disgusted me. It would be the perfect execution weapon, but no, we in this little village don’t need violence or executions. Well you are all dead wrong, your peaceful ways of not trying to find your killer killed you all. And as for the letting you free. I just cannot risk having someone know the truth, so I will have to kill you.” “You need not kill me. I would speak to no one. And your own sister how could you kill her?” “I killed my sister because I hated her and I hate this town, and I will kill you because I do not trust you and I want to kill you. Good bye forever.” And with that she threw a knife through his throat. To finish her work she set the village entirely to flame and watched it slowly burn to the ground. When there was nothing left she took a piece of parchment from her pocket and wrote: “Here lie the remains of a village I utterly despise and as a result have killed the inhabitants of and have burned to the ground. They scoffed at true genius when it lay right before their eyes and so they had to pay. I now shall move on to a new town to make my home and hopefully invent once more, but if my plans are regarded as insanity once more they shall all be killed as well. The decision is theirs whether they know it exists or not, any demise ill be of their own making. Goodbye now my future is unsure but one thing I know is that I will never feel regret for my actions and I laugh at any one who questions my decision. I now hope never to have to see this village again.” Then without signing the note, she gathered her belongings that she kept away from the inferno and left. Forever.