Killer King 6

Don't ask me why I was late last month I don't know. But I'm on time this month.

-Rose B.

Killer King

    "And you participated in the killings after that?"

    The man shook his head, "I stayed close to her after that. I didn't want someone else escaping when I wasn't there. There were a couple of times I would give a killing blow just to put someone out of their misery."

    "And she allowed this?"

    He nodded, "The first time she cut herself part way through the killing cut so I finished the cut to prevent suffering. The second time she was so angry that her hands were shaking, I offered to make the throat cut and she let me. I did what I could so no one had to suffer needlessly."

    I only picked two other targets after the Englishman. All the others were her picks or ones we had decided on together. Sometimes she wanted me to kill them, other times we each had our own knives. I never left her side even when she knew we were about to be caught, I refused to run a leave her with the blame. Instead I helped her plan how we would be caught. That last week was the most fun we'd ever had. We did what we wanted, killed who we wanted. When the police showed up with the handcuffs we freely submitted, smiling the whole time.

 

 

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Killer King 5

 Killer King

    In the beginning, I only helped with the set up and take down of the the kill room. I would stay in the area through the kill so that she could call me in an emergency. I didn't participate in the chase or kill until the Englishman.

    He was on a train loudly chewing out the assistant who was unable to get him first class tickets over the phone. He was obviously thought he was better than us and I hated him. As he continued to make remarks to the assistant on the phone I imagined him being in one of the kill rooms; unlucky for him, he was just the type of man she killed. I seized my chance when he hung up. I smoothed down my dress shirt and approached him.

    He was wary at first, but after telling him I was a reporter for an art magazine wanting to do an article on him, he was very willing to talk. I told him my sister was a follower of his and I became an art reporter so I could one day tell her I met him. He was flattered, declaring my sister had good taste. It wasn't until I pulled up a picture of Lisa that he really became interested. He gave me two invites to a party he was hosting that night and told me he would love to have a conversation with my sister. I thanked him profusely and got off at the next stop.

    We arrived fashionably late and looked stunning. We didn't go straight for the target, we mingled with the other guests and scoped out the room. We were only there for about an hour before he made his way over to us. I introduced them and she played her part spectacularly. She gushed over him and his art. He soaked up the praise, never considering it was fake. We didn't do anything to him that night, just laid the groundwork.

    A week later we were invited to tea at his house. I formally "interviewed" him. He only had eyes for Lisa and didn't notice that not all of my questions were normal. We learned his daily schedule and the people he was likely to have nearby. Throughout the following weeks he gradually saw more of Lisa and less of me. He would take her out to dinner, art galleries, she even modeled for him on one occasion. Lisa wasn't the only one he was seeing but she was only in it for the information.

    During the day we acted out our roles, at night we picked the perfect spot for the kill room. After visiting the Englishman she would come back and we would change the kill room as she felt necessary. Once we were ready we set the plan in motion. He never suspected a thing, right up to the moment we took him from his home. The look of betrayal as we chloroformed him, will stay with me forever.

    I was nervous that he would wake up too soon but she had done this so many times, she didn't worry at all. She was right, he stayed unconscious until we were ready. As soon as he woke up he tried to talk. She just laughed at him and tapped his mouth.

    I was prepared for her to start her normal routine so when she handed me the knife, I looked at her shocked. She simply smiled and said, "He was your choice so you get to do the honors." For a moment I felt my heart pounding but as I approached the table my mind calmed. I started to press the knife to the pulse in his neck but as my eye wandered the knife glided down his neck until it rested above his heart. I pressed my hand to his chest, feeling the strong heart that was beating quickly underneath. I don't know how long I stood there until she touched my arm. I looked up to see her standing next to his head smiling softly.

    I smiled back then turned back to his chest. I slowly pushed the knife in between his ribs and I heard her sigh over his muffled screams. As his heart stopped beating adrenaline flooded my system. I looked up at Lisa to see her looking at me with that dark fire in her eyes. From then on I played a part in every step. I became whatever role was necessary, a driver, a jealous ex, an absentee husband.

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Killer King 4

This one is going to be short because the next one is long

   -Rose B.

Killer King

    His statement charges the room with energy. The prosecution scrambles through their case notes, looking like dogs searching for a lost bones. A smile ghosts across the man's face. The judge bangs his gavel and once the room is quiet he asks, "Are you telling us you were a participant in the wharf murder, and you waited until now to tell us?"

    "No. I was just a spectator. I didn't do anything more than some heavy lifting."

    The judge looks him over and seems to decide he is being honest enough, "Very well continue."

    The attorney nods and faces the man, "Tell us about the murders you helped in."

    "I didn't do much. Mostly lifted what she couldn't, help her set up and take down."

    "What about the Englishman? As they have shown the jury, the prosecution is certain you killed him."

    The man nodded, "I did kill him but that is because he got loose and overpowered Lisa. he was going to kill her. I grabbed the closest thing to me and tried to fend him off. He wouldn't back down and I ended up stabbing him."

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Killer King 3

 Killer King

    "That's how things started between you two?"

    The man nods, "I couldn't just leave her to her own devices what if she got caught or something went wrong."

    "Then how did you end up being her accomplice?"

    "I told her I would help her, if she promised to be as cautious as possible. I don't know if she wanted to test how truthful I was being but that night we drove to an abandoned warehouse near the wharf. After that I helped her anyway I could."

 

 

    She didn't once look at me as she spoke, and she continued to look out at the city as she let me digest her words. Without thinking I asked if she needed help, and she turned to me the spark of fire still in her eyes.

    She smiled knowing what I was talking about but she still asked, "What could I need help with?"

    I told her to take my words however she liked. I would help her with whatever she needed. I didn't care where those words might lead me, I didn't want to be away from her. I wanted her to look at me with those fiery eyes, and say my name in that sinful tone.

    She smiled again and the next night she took me across town to an abandoned warehouse near the wharf. Inside she had already set up a kill room and a man was strapped to a table. His eyes went wide as he saw us and his voice came out in a muffled whimper behind the tape. She picked up a knife and shushed him as she softly ran the blade across his chest. She pressed into the soft tissue of his stomach. Blood slowly eld up from the wound and her eyes glittered.

    The man sobbed a little and she pulled her attention away from the crimson stream. "There have been men before you who begged and pleaded but it won't do you any good. They all broke down into tears eventually and it didn't change anything."

    He looked terrified and she smiled sweetly for a moment before sliding the knife across his neck. Blood flew from the knife onto me and sprayed on to her. She placed a hand on his chest and looked deep into his eyes. He gurgled as the light in his eyes started to dim. He gave his last exhale and she breathed in deep. She closed her eyes and leaned back as if that last breath was something to savor. Her shoulders relaxed as she opened her eyes again and looked at me. Her gaze was charged and wild, her smile full of danger and sin.

    I walked over to her and said, "Lisa, my Mona Lisa, you're going to turn this world upside down."

    I kissed her with the iron tang of blood on our lips. From that night on I helped her anyway I could.

 

 

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Killer King 2

 Killer King

    He covers his eyes with his hands. His attorney passes him box of tissues and waits until he is done dabbing his eyes before continuing, "Is that when you figured out her night time activities?"

    He shakes his head, "No I lost her, but I went home to wait for her. When she came back she was drunk. Before I could ask her anything, she collapsed on the couch and almost immediately fell asleep. I got her a blanket and waited for her to wake up. When she did I handed her a cup of coffee and asked her why she was leaving the house in the middle of the night. I was afraid that she was going to say she had found someone else. What she actually had to say was much worse. She explained how she killed people and that she had tried to stop when she met me bout she couldn't."

    That day, she came in already drunk. She was smiling but she didn't seem happy. The bartender wouldn't give her anything more to drink and I offered to take her home. She was silent all the way back but that changed once we reached her house.

    She sank onto the couch and surrounded by empty bottles of gin she said, "You once asked me what I do during the day."

    I froze at her words. I hardly even breathed as if any small movement would stop her from talking.

    She looked out that big window on to the glimmering city, "I kill people."

    That revelation was the beginning. I wasn't upset by her words, in fact, I wanted to know more. How has she come to be this way? Why did she do it? Who were her victims, and how did she pick them? Was this why she was so different from everyone else? Is this what made her full of light and color?

    When I didn't run screaming from the room she looked at me, it was like she knew all of the questions that were burning my mouth but I was too afraid to speak, "It started as revenge for my friend. I preyed on the men who preyed on her. I would get close to them, let them shower me with gifts. Once they were comfortable I slaughtered them like the pigs they were." A dark light entered her eyes and a smile I'd never seen graced her lips, "I wasn't long until I gained a taste for the kill. By the time the last one fell, I developed an itch that could only be scratched by death. I can't live without the feeling of the warm blood on my skin or the moment when they stop breathing."

    There was a fire in her eyes that matched the lust in her voice. I had never seen her this passionate but I wanted more of it. She was fascinating. She knew what was happening to her and continued down her path anyway.

 

 

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Killer King 1

Alright, lets get the warning out of the way. This one is more mature it's a twisted love story and there is depictions of murder and blood.

On to the explanation: This will be formatted a little interesting because the original jumps between the trial and memories. Also this concept came from a song playlist so if you notice similarities to certain songs you are probably correct.

          -Rose B.

Killer King

 

Trial of Jonathan Morris, charged with three accounts of first degree murder and four accounts of accessory after the fact.

    He takes a seat at the witness stand, and smooths his navy blue jacket. The whole courtroom watches him. The cameras that were flashing at the back of the room are still as he looks at his attorney.

    "Mr. Morris can you explain the relationship between you and Ms. Jackson."

    He gives a faint smile, "You make it sound like the relationship was simple."

    "Just explain as best you can."

    He takes a deep breath, "We started off just like any other couple. I met her at a bar, got to know her and we started dating. For a while things were normal, but then she started leaving in the middle of the night. After a couple night of waking up without her there, I followed her. I don't know how long the sneaking out had been going on until I noticed, but there was no hesitation in her movements as she grabbed her shoes and purse before slipping out the back door."

    The bar was a dump, but it was on my way home from work. All I needed was a drink, I didn't care about where it came from. Being a reporter following the police around on every case got to a person after a while and the only cure I found was drink. I knew when she walked in that she had a story. She only gave the bar a cursory glance before she sat down and ordered a gin. Despite the horrible lighting, I felt drawn to her. She hadn't said a word but I caught hints of color in a world I thought was mono-toned gray.

    I tried to interact with her, but she ignored me. She wasn't there to pick anyone up and only wanted a drink. When she came again, i gave it another shot. For the first time since I was a teenager I borrowed the persistence I used in my reporting, and didn't give up. It took several encounters in that bar before I finally got her to smile. Once she smiled, she slowly opened up. She never said what she did or where she lived, but I didn't care i just wanted my life to feel a little less Noir.

    When we went to her apartment for the first time, I couldn't imagine leaving her for the dreary tones of my precious life. She brought to much color and music to my life and I was addicted. Her apartment was only slightly cleaner than mine but it was bigger with sparse amounts of furniture. the grandest sight of the apartment was the back wall of her living room. It was all glass and looked out onto the city. At night, lights from the city glittered like stars. That first night I stared at the fake stars until she pulled me into the bedroom.

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Bedtime

In a dark room I stare at a blank screen

Thinking of all the times I messed up, all the words I said wrong

Is this it?

Is this all I'll ever be?

A pile of regrets compounded into anxieties.

Anxieties that chew on my mind in the dark.

 

Maybe this is loneliness

No one to message

              No one to talk to

No one to distract me from the list of faults being read as a lullaby.

 

Sometimes I imagine a knife cutting through skin, just so I can feel something.

 

But I don't want to feel anything.

 

I want to sink into the depths of dreams and never come up for air

 

They call this a downward spiral, like it's a slide I can stop myself on.

To me this is a swamp

A thing to struggle through and pray to reach dry ground soon

And sometimes when you think the ground is dry,

your feet will start to sink into the mud.

 

I hate this and wish my mind wasn't like this

But it is

 

And I get to go through life with emotional wounds being ripped open

when I think they've healed.

The world expects me to be better,

To do better

And those expectations act like weights in this swamp.

Maybe one day I can drop them and it will be easier to traverse life

 

But my head will still sing me to sleep with the reminder of my own mistakes...

Smoke in the Air 12

Next month I will be uploading a short piece as I haven't decided (or prepped) the next longer piece.

        -Rose B.

Smoke in the Air

12

    Her fan snaps shut, "Very good. If you had gone charging off, you would have made a similar mistake as before." That calms my excitement. She waits for me to sit down before speaking, "I told you before that all mortals come to me. That never changes even with unnatural deaths. In the case of murders, you can think of it as one mortal delivering another to me."

    "Are you telling me that all of them tried to kill her?"

    Her smile seems to curl at the edges, "Precisely. When mortals toss each other to me, they have to get closer to me than those who are in the same area."

    "But none of them succeeded?"

    "Yes."

    "Then who killed her?"

    She chuckles, and I resist the urge to shudder, "You forgot one other person in the room." She looks at the door, "Ah, looks like the police have arrived. Will you reveal the truth, or will you allow Madam Losster's revenge to play out?"

    I see a shadow through the glass.

    "I can't wait," Her voice breathes in my ear. I spin around, but her seat is empty. The four in the back are talking amongst each other and the two employees at the bar are cleaning up. None of them are looking this way. I smell the scent of her smoke, and I wonder if I am in over my head. 

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Smoke in the Air 11

 Smoke in the Air

11

    I sigh, "That narrows it down to four. no one saw anything in the dark, but they were close enough to each other that the others would have noticed if one of them wasn't where they ought to be." Did the murder happen in the tunnel? I look at the cloth covered body. There was no blood. The blue lips, the unnatural pallor of her skin, all pointed toward poisoning. "Poisoning doesn't require any of them to have left their seats. If the poison was slow, she could have ingested it long before the tunnel or the poison was prepared before the tunnel, and she consumed it in the dark."

    She taps her hands together in a silent clap, "Bravo, the poison was in her glass, and it killed her when she drank it while in the tunnel."

    I begin to move towards the car door, to find the conductor. All I need to figure out is who among the four put the poison in the glass. But...

    I look at the woman and see she is hiding her mouth with her fan again. She looks like a girl, laughing at the suitors trying to approach her. This is all a game to her, why would she give up the damning evidence so freely. "What are you not telling me?"

    She doesn't speak, but her eyes crinkle, and I know she is smiling in the bone-chilling way behind the fan. I think about all the statements she made. Was there something I missed? If the poison wasn't important, then what was? Her voice floats from my memory.

    let me give you a hint...

    "What did you mean by 'sought you out'?"

 

 

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Working On Things

 Hello,

    I'm working on altering the format of this blog, I've actually been thinking about doing this for a while but it's...a big process. It's going to take me a couple days at least, mostly because there are so many things to change and I have to work. So things may be shuffling around a bit until I figure out things should look and work.

In case any of you are curious my list thoughts

• Better navigating tabs
  
• Table of Contents for Purple Moon and Calypso's Rage
• Single Post writings
• longer writing pieces wasn't made for this blog
•  Post/page navigators for longer pieces

    I'm going to start with the oldest posts then work forward. If any of you notice I've missed anything or think of something I should add to the Sub header feel free to leave a comment here. And I'll edit this post with my progress because I strangely want to give myself more work.

• Finished Purple Moon
• Finished compiling the single posts
• Finished Calypso's Rage
• Started the page for the writing not made for this blog
• Finished Our Condolences
• Finished Two for the Show
• Finished Red Roses
• Updated Smoke in the Air

    Finished! Everything is finally updated. Now I just need to maintain things...

Smoke in the Air 10

 Smoke in the Air

10

    "Then what do you want?"

    She put the fan to her face again, "It's simple, allow me to remain at your side and watch you work from up close."

    "Can't you do that anyway?"

    She chuckles, "No, I have no dominion over mortals until they die." She pauses, and the temperature drops, "I could get permission from Vida, but I refuse to interact with her more than necessary."

    I clear my throat, "What would I get in return?"

    The air warms again, and she drops the fan revealing a sickly sweet smile, "A lot but to get to main points. I can tell you everything there is to know about a mortal's death, even the details humans won't be able to figure out for centuries yet. And who among the living has been in contact with me recently."

    She doesn't seem to be lying, but I also can't tell if she's hiding something, "Why would you help me?"

    "I already told you, you interest me. It's a good trade for me if all I have to give you is knowledge in order to watch you from the best seat in the house,"

    I couldn't see any downside, and, despite my gut telling me not to, I say, "Very well, you have my permission."

    She grins, "Lovely, then let me give you a hint. All of her companions have sought me out within the last month. The staff members have nothing to do with this death." 

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Smoke in the Air 9

 Smoke in the Air

9

    He sighs, "Of course, I'll never understand the need to protect reputation. I can at least keep them here with people to watch over them."

    "That will have to do until the Cheston police arrive, then they can decide how to handle them."

    The conductor nods and leaves while I move back to the table where Madam Losster lay. She sits down in the seat for the dealer. Her eyes glitter and she smiles at me, "So what do you think?"

    "Don't you already know?"

    She shakes her head, "I can't see into your thoughts."

    I rub my face, "Fine, all of the suspects are suspicious, and they all have a reason to kill her. They're too calm when I walked in but were nervous when I asked questions. They act like they are telling me everything, but I don't think they are. At the moment, I can only clear the staff member that was at the bar."

    She smiles and hides it with a lace fan that seems to have replaced the notebook, "Are you willing to make a deal with me?"

    I look at her warily, "Are you going to ask for my soul in return?"

    She snaps the fan shut, "What need would I have for your soul?"

    "Aren't you Death?"

    She rolls her eyes, "The living come to me, not the other way around. And if I killed you, how could you entertain me?" 

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Smoke in the Air 8

 Smoke in the Air

8

    "It wasn't so bad before her son died," Ms. Grace adds, "And while her temperament because worse after that, it was only when her health started to decline that she would snap at the smallest thing."

    Lord Hurston nods, "I was going to persuade the Madam to retire on this trip, we're in a delicate time and if our company's reputation takes a hit it could ruin everything."

    "Did she know you were going to do this?" I ask.

    Lord Hurston looks at Mr. Ethan before sighing, "She may have had a hunch but I don't think she knew exactly what I wanted to discuss. I was hoping I could calm down her temper while we were on the train so she didn't make a scene in public."

    Mr Ethan's knuckles were white from how hard he was clenching his fists, "Lord Hurston is trying to be polite but when the madam didn't get her way she could be very petty and vengeful."

    Ms. Grace gasped, "Mr. Ethan?!"

    He glared a her, "I'm only speaking the truth. Don't pretend it didn't happen to you, how many times did she withhold your money because of some small change you made in the household."

    Ms. Grace looks at the floor but her face is red. The others look just as emotionally disturbed but it feels shallow. Although that's nothing new for those in high society, but still it nags at me.

    "Thank you. You've been most helpful, and I promise, neither of us are likely to talk to the papers."

    They relax a little at my words and I move back to the conductor near the door of the car and say, "I would suggest confining them to their cabins but I doubt they would want to be escorted in front of the other passengers."

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