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Story Idea.

March 13, 2012

I feel that this one is a bit better than my last.


As I entered her room and quietly close the door behind me, I felt a jolt of energy rush through me. The drugs were kicking in and I could feel me mind slipping into that all too familiar state. My thoughts turned into one focused stream, like a river running full force ahead with no chance of stopping. My head was clear of everything but the task at hand. I knew exactly what I had to do to pull it off, and exactly how everything should go. I reached into my bag and pulled out a syringe that I carefully looked over to ensure that it was full of a drug designed for my task, a powerful paralytic that I had a pharmacist buddy of mine cook up, it can paralyze a person for hours and leave no trace.
I then quickly and silently moved over to her bed and gently brushed the hair from off her neck so as not to wake her. Then I jabbed the needle into her neck and injected the full dose. She awoke with a quick jerk and pulled the needle out of her neck, but it was too late for her, the drug was already in her veins. She turned and looked at me and tried to jump back, but she just fell down onto her bed, only her eyes able to move.
I let out a sigh and my hands instinctively opened the bag I had with me, like they have dozens of times before, and pulled out a roll of duct tape and a knife. The knife was about three inches long and had a sheath over the blade which had the inscription “sile et philosophus esto” that had been carved in when it was made by a friend. It cost me and arm and a leg to get it made with a golden handle, but it was worth it.
The duct tape unrolled smoothly and easily over her wrists and ankles, and a strip over her mouth, just to be safe. I had to move her before her husband got home. I looked at my watch which said it was 3:47 in the morning. “Damn close” I whispered. As I slung her over my shoulder I put the knife and duct tape back in the bag and slung it over my other shoulder. I left out of her house in the exact same way I had entered, the front door which she kept unlocked. I hurried and put her inside the back of my van and then got inside and backed out of the driveway; turning onto the main road I passed her husband on his way home from working the late shift. “Won’t he be shocked when her gets there” I thought while I chuckled.


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  1. This could be the nice build up to some serial killer noir thing, which is pretty popular but writing them isn’t that easy.

  2. Thanks for the comment Shirt :).

    I was planning on it being more of a serial rapist/killer combo, but I have been debating on if I should keep it that way, or change it.

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