Chapter 11 — Capital G
I waited until she finished dinner and went upstairs. The money they promised me… $400,000 dollars. I definitely wanted it. But did I want it bad enough to kill someone? She was innocent, she seemed nice. Why do these people have such a vendetta against her? With all the money I got today though… I could buy… whatever the f^#$ I wanted.
This girl… whoever she was… she must have done something terrible for these people to want to kill her. No one with that kind of money could be someone terrible. Her smile though… she was so happy.
On my way to the backyard I felt like I was high. Ecstatically high. On top of the world.
The adrenaline was pumping hard through my veins at this point. I felt something I had never felt before pulsing through me. My arms, my legs, my chest, the back of my neck… they all felt hot. I felt my body up and down, I couldn’t tell if I was just imagining things, but everything felt VERY warm. My hands, my face, my ear…
“DAMMIT!” I yelled out. I felt something RED HOT next to my ear. The earpiece with the jewel in it. It was red hot.
I jumped into some bushes by the back window, James Bond-style and waited.
*phew* I sighed a giant sigh of relief.
It didn’t look like she had any family that lived with her. “She’s just some girl in a s#!77y house, in a s#!77y city. People die all the time, and they don’t matter.” The earpiece vibrated in my ear for a second. I thought these were just supposed to beep through the speaker?
“What the hell are you doing? Planting a garden? Get in there while she’s distracted,” the woman commanded.
This. 3!i7c#. Here… I had half a mind to go on my own mission after this just because she was so irritating. My blood boiling, I answered “Yes, ma’am.”
I climbed through the window and looked around. Just as I had thought, it was a s#!77y house. Again, people die all the time. I’m doing this for $400,000. I was done asking myself questions, “Let’s just do it. In and out. Then I grab my money and get the hell out of this town.” I realized that if I shot her with my gun, they would be able to trace the bullets back to me. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a butcher’s knife from the sink. “This will have to do.” I stood by the entrance of the kitchen and waited for her to come back downstairs. I would do the deed and bounce.
After 30 minutes, she finally came down the stairs and waltzed into the kitchen, her blond hair bouncing cheerfully behind her. I slammed the butcher’s knife as hard as I could into the back of her neck. Before she could react, she was down on the ground. I was done. Everything in my body was pulsing at this point. I began to hear a ringing in my ears. The ringing sounded like a high pitched squeal along with voices. “Greed. Greed. Greed. Greed. Greed. Greed. Greed. Greed. Greed. Greed. Greed. Greed. Greed,” they chanted. My body felt like it was on fire. I ran out the door, jumped into my car, turned on the ignition and ripped the earpiece out of my ear. I threw it in the passenger seat and saw that it was a dark shade of yellow. The previously diamond-like jewel was yellow. “What the f#*&?!” I screamed… and then everything went black.
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This story came to me one day while I took a nap. The dream barely made sense to me while it was happening, but everything I saw and felt is described above. I began writing it out in 2020, on Facebook, as status updates. Then I realized that I should probably do the story some justice and put it out there for whoever might possibly see it to see, and not confine it to my Facebook friends list. It’s a series, and I can vividly imagine the characters and the setting in my head. I’ve decided to start publishing the parts of the story I have so far on here. I don’t know if anyone will read it, but at least I can say I put it out there. Hope never dies.
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