Wicked Heart

John Riley always had problems when it comes to talking with women, but when he saw Mary he knew she was worth the dedication for him to come around his problem. They started dating and everything was going smoothly, John was in love and realized she was the one; and with his heart in the right place, he finally purposed to her. To his amazement, she actually said yes.

After the wedding and the honeymoon, John felt a sense of accomplishment, like he felt everything was where it was supposed to be. But after two weeks, Mary started receiveing a ton of flowers and little gifts from someone anonymous.

John was wondering what kind of lunatik would try to do such a thing to a married woman. At the time, Mary claimed she had no idea what it was.

These silly generous gifts kept on arriving, week after week, and it was really starting to annoy John and he wanted to get to the bottom of this and set up this “admirer” straight.

One day, Mary was going about her morning ritual of gym classes, shower, lunch and getting things ready for the evening when she hears a distant sound of footsteps as the door bell bursts into life and breaks her solitude. Slowly, she makes her way to the narrow pane of glass on the left side of the heavy cedar door when she spots a name badge and a company logo.

“Can i help you?”, Mary said as she opened the door just an inch or so which was as far as the latch would allow.

“Delivery for a Mrs.Mary Riley”, his youthful voice said as he looked for the occupant through the gap in the door, holding  the flowers out for her to see. But this time it had an extra note saying “All i have is yours”

Next day, the same happened but the note said:

“Roses are red, violets are blue, you don’t know me, but i know you”

This was starting to get really creepy and even though John seemed playful about this whole situation, he felt insecure and aggravated by the attention his wife was receiveing by another man.

He even called the police and a private detective to be aware of the situation.

One dark night, John was supposed to be away at work and Mary was relaxing at home having her favourite cup of tea and rewatching her favourite movie when she noticed a dark hooded figure standing at the head of the kitchen table, holding her now dead husband by his hair.

Mary, in shock, her limbs couldn’t obey her fight, or display any sort of response and she stood staring at her dead man.

It was almost like he had two mouths that were open simultaneously in a dead smile. John’s eyes were now dead and she looked up at his murderer trembling stuck to the spot with horror as her eyes saw John gone as his lifeless body slumped and hit the table sliding forward.

Mary was frown with fear and hysteria taking over her mind and body as she fought to regain and hold onto the last piece of her sanity.

“Why?”, she whispered through her trembling teared soaked lips.

The figure turned directly to Mary and then to the knife he almost used to dismantle John’s head from his shoulders. He moved the blade over his bare skin and then to his own heart.

“My heart belongs to you Mary”, he slurred through his lipless mouth spitting blood and saliva as he did so. Then he started reciting a new poem:

“Roses are red, violets are blue, now and tomorrow, my heart belongs to you”

The words slipped out of his ruined cavity as he held the knife against his opened chest removing his still beating heart, holding it against her.

Suddenly, the front door burst opened and in the blink of an eye, a hollow point nine milimetre bullets entered the damaged and ruined eye of the figure.

His brain and viscera exploded behind him against the back door as what was left of a demented and deluded life exited his eye.

In slow motion, the knife fell from his grip and Mary noticed that at last his heart was no longer beating for her.

Author's Note

Fictional Gory Story i wrote for a class, i had to speed it up cause the point wasnt to write an entire story but more like a preview that would appeal people to want to read more about it.