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

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    "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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