The Man, and his Warped Mind

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Chapter 2 (v.1)

Submitted: January 16, 2008

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Submitted: January 16, 2008



He opened the door silently, shut it, and locked it; standing in the doorway he put the silencer onto the tip of the gun, and put in a single bullet - that’s all he needed. Quietly, he walked up the stairs. Walking down the hall, he cautiously shut each door until he reached the last room in the hallway. He peered in. She was asleep on her bed, and tissue on the floor formed a trail toward the trashcan. The bed was messy, with sheets hanging off to one side. She looked exhausted; he could not decide whether to wake her up or not. He thought he would, but the risk of her screaming was too great. He slyly walked into the bedroom, falling into the darkness of the open closet doors. With the gracefulness of a ballerina his feet led him toward her bed. He set the gun on her pillow and pulled the trigger. With care he took her hand and placed it onto the handle, turned around and left.

Matt arrived at the station, threw his coat over the back of his chair, sat down and pushed backwards. His back popped as popcorn does. It was going to be a long day; he should probably call Jennifer to let her know. He picked up the phone, silence followed by the scream of the dial tone. The plastic was cold to his fingers; he could feel the Braille on the number buttons as he dialed home.

"Hello," said a voice.

"Hi honey, how are you this morning?"

"Fine, where are you daddy, mommy said you had to leave early and go to work."

"That’s right baby, how’s your little brother, are you helping mom take care of him?"

"Yes daddy, I changed his diaper this morning."

He chuckled lightly, "Good, is mommy there, could I talk to her?"

"Ok, I love you daddy, come home soon."

"I love you too."

"Hello Matt."

"Hi Jenn, listen about last night, I’m sorry, and I thought I would call you and let you know it’s going to be a very long day and I don’t know what time I’ll get home tonight, so if I’m not home when the kids go to bed tell them I love them.

"Ok Matt, listen the baby needs to be fed so I’m going to go," Jenn said in an irritated tone.

"I love you, I’ll see you later honey."

"I really have to go Matt, bye."

He left the phone to his ear, listening to the deafening tone he hated so much. He hung it up, reluctantly pulling his fingers off the handle; they lingered on it for a moment more as he thought of his family. Matt sighed, and standing up, he pushed in his chair. He went toward the coffee; he was going to need it. The murder lingered on his mind; how could it be so clean; who would kill him? He thought of the victim’s wife, she would be in within the hour to provide prints, he would worry about it more then he decided. He finished stirring his three sugars and French vanilla creamer into the coffee, and walked back towards his desk, throwing away the flimsy stirring straw. The warmth brought to his lips seemed to bring him back from the dead. For some reason Matt just kept staring at the photo of Jennifer and the children on his desk, he wanted to be with them so badly. He began punching keys on the keyboard of his computer in order to pass the time until Mrs. Jackson would be in. Thirty minutes later, a phone call came in. It was Mrs. Jackson's neighbor calling in to tell the department she had found her body lying on her bed with a gun on her pillow. He could not believe it; he picked up his coat and took one last sip of coffee, and took off.

I walked in and looked around at the familiar surroundings I inhaled taking in the stale air, the smell of sweet death.

Matt entered the room, and looked over at the first officer on the scene, then back to her body. Her bed was covered in blood, a piece of brain protruded from her skull. Her face was a lifeless gray and he noticed that under her arm was a book, a photo book.

“Must have been a bad night,” said the officer.

"It was her, she killed her husband last night, then she killed herself," he said to the officer.

"Wow, how do you know for sure?"

"Her prints were the only ones found at the scene."

"Well, detective, she is all yours. I took a statement from the woman who found her; you can talk to her if you would like."

"No, but I need to you to look carefully at where her hand is, I don’t think anyone planning on suicide would twist their arm like that."

"Yeah, I either. It doesn’t seem right."

"I know."

As the officer left, I smiled, running my eyes back up and down the lifeless bloody body. I could just tell it was the start of something beautiful.

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