Part VIII: Seven Months Continuing, Up To & Including the Next YearA Chapter by Scorpious AlphaPart VIII:
Seven Months Continuing, Up To & Including the Next Year One day, at the station, Luxor
is reviewing cold cases from within the decade, and comes across a case from
2003, one from 2007 and one from 2008. The case from 2008 was involving a
middle aged couple who were both shot in the head and dumped in acid, but
didn’t actually go in, instead only going waist deep and already skeletons by
the time they were found. The prime suspect was their only surviving son, but
there wasn’t enough evidence to convict him. However, when he was arrested, he
was found with a gun, but it was registered to Zakk Philips, who had died the
same day he was arrested and so the detective concluded that Zakk framed him by
giving him the gun and then killing himself before he had the chance to be
arrested, so he couldn’t be pinned to the crime. Luxor thinks
differently… He asks if he can take the
case and is given the okay to go ahead. He drives over to the state prison and
asks for a prisoner. “Who the f**k are you?” he asks when he arrives. “Hi, I’m Detective Luxor
Alpha; I recently started to investigate a cold case involving your parents,
Rob.” “Look, I already told the
pigs, I didn’t do it, they disappeared.” “Ah, yes, but a gun was in
your possession when you were arrested for the crime that you’re in jail for
now.” “So? It was a gift…” “That you used to kill your
parents?” “Sydd and Carmella were there
too, I-s**t.” “Now, what was that?” Luxor
looks straight at him. “I didn’t say anything.” “Oh, ok then. Back into the
Box then.” “Sydd Xero and Carmella
Chavez, talk to them, I’m done talking.” “Hmm… there may be more to
this than we thought…” Meanwhile, Sydd is getting
settled after moving in with Frank and Laura. “Ok, so here’s the deal: you’re
going to sleep on the pullout couch since the attic is taken by her sister and
sister’s boyfriend, the basement is off limits, and you should start looking
for a job.” Frank tells him. “Why can’t I go into the
basement?” “That’s none of your
concern.” “Is there any jobs around
here, like within the blocks, or am I gonna have to go clear across town to
find one?” “There’s a few places looking
for help, there’s a couple of diners, a supermarket, fast food place, yeah, you
can’t go wrong.” “Cool.” He heads for the door
to begin his quest. “Where are you going?” “Looking for a job, like you
asked.” “Dude, it’s nine at night.” “So? Places are still open.” “Whatever.” He goes to every
business and is either told ‘not hiring’ or ‘maybe’. He checks his watch and
notices it’s 10:30 and places are closing down except for one diner that closes
at midnight, called The Last Chance Diner. He shrugs and says ‘f**k it’. He
walks in and approaches a pink and black haired hostess wearing a white dress. “Excuse me, miss?” The
hostess turns around, and is greeted by a hyperactive gay man with a thin
mustache and beard, giant earrings, and drawn on eyebrows. “Hii, my name is Nelson,
welcome, how can I help you?” the hostess says. “Um, hi, can I- can I talk to
the owner? You got a little bit of…” Sydd points to his nostril. “Oops! Sorry! Pardon me, oh,
being a pig in front of customers, ugh, hope Nojrevned doesn’t find out, he
thinks I quit.” He turns around and starts talking to himself as he wipes his
nose and turns back around. “Yeah, he’s in the kitchen; hold on, I’ll go get
him.” He leaves the counter and goes to the kitchen, returning with a big,
burly gold chain wearing older guy. “Can I help you?” “Yeah, I was wondering if you
could help someone like me, I um, don’t have the best history, but I need a
job.” “I see. Come in tomorrow at 2
and let’s see how you do and who you are.” “Um, ok. I’ll tell you
anything you wanna know.” “Ever killed anyone?” He asks
jokingly. “Um, yeah…” He says
sheepishly. “Jesus, kid I was kidding. Hmm…how
do I know I can trust you then?” “You’re just gonna have to.” “We’ll see.” The next day at
2, Sydd shows up for work. “I looked you up Sydd, quite the history.
Come, step into my office.” Sydd follows him in. “Now, why’d you decide to come
here looking for a job?” “Well, with my bad
reputation, employers know who I am and what I’ve done, I’m surprised you
didn’t.” “I don’t like local news. So,
you’ve been in jail. A lot.” “Yeah…” “Even for murder, I honestly
thought you were just trying to make yourself sound tougher.” “That was an accident.” “Can I ask why?” “I did it in a schizophrenic
rage; I didn’t mean to kill her.” “I see, how do I know you
won’t end up killing somebody while working?” “I honestly don’t know, if
nobody sets me off, we should be fine.” “This is a huge gamble I’m
taking.” “If I do flip out, knock me
out with something big and heavy immediately, but I’ve been keeping up with my
medication, and I’ve had a few bad days but not to the point where I lose my
s**t.” “Well, huge gambles are what
I’m good at, so you’re going to get a shot. See, I take in a special
brand of employee, the ones no one else will hire.” “Bunch of misfits?” “Yeah, and I’m king of the
misfits.” “What? You own this place,
how-“ “I was part of a ‘gardening
ring’ in ‘Texas’ and a bunch of s**t went down and I was relocated in Witness
Protection. My name is Nojrevned and that’s all you need to know.” “So, you only hire misfits?” “No, we hire normal people
too, but my girlfriend Amelia is in charge of hiring them. I personally hire
the weirdoes because I can tell who is too weirdo even for this place.” “Even Nelson?” “Ah, Nelson, yeah, he’s
really weird, but he’s ok. Got a bit of a coke habit, which can get in the way
sometimes. He says he kicked it, but I know he’s lying, he was rubbing his nose
when he came in the kitchen when you showed up last night.” “I can’t wait to meet the
other weirdoes.” “Oh, you’re gonna love the
night crew you’re gonna work with.” “Night crew?” “Yeah, you guys are the
closers. Normal people during the day, weirdoes at night. The system works for
everyone, no one’s complained yet. Alright, lets get you started. They step out
of the office and start towards the kitchen when Nojrevned notices a waitress
grinding on a customer. “Haylena! Haylena! Tangurie!” The waitress stops and
turns around. “How many times a day do I have to tell you? You did well for a
whole week and then relapsed.” “Sorry.” She says. “For the record, I wasn’t
complaining.” The customer says. Nojrevned sighs and steps into the kitchen. “Who was that?” “One of our waitresses,
Haylena. She’s a mentally disturbed ex stripper who forgets she’s not anymore
and thinks the whole waitressing thing is a role play. Calling her by her
stripper name snaps her out of it.” He does his shift and heads to his new
home, Frank & Laura’s. When he gets to the house, the door is locked, and he
hammers on the door. After about ten minutes later, Frank finally lets him in. “Dude, what took so long?” He
steps into the house. “OH! Were you guys cleaning or something? That s**t is
strong!” “Yeah, sorry man.” “Oh, gross.” He covers his
nose with his shirt. Frank tries his best to cover the smell with sprays. “I know you’re not cleaning,
the house still looks like s**t. I know it’s meth. I can tell by your
customers, not only that, but you already told me it was.” “Oh, did we? I forgot.” Frank
says. “Look, I don’t want anything
to do with it, I’m just going to smoke my weed and watch TV when I’m home. I’m
not even here “Ah, f**k, I got a bad
feeling about this.” He says to himself. “Don’t worry, we’re under the
radar, we’re not gonna get caught.” “I feel like I’ve heard this
before.” One day, while Sydd is in the kitchen at work, Jay, the cook, with
long white hair and a bandanna approaches Sydd. “Hey man, the pigs are here
looking for you.” “What? I didn’t do anything!”
He dries his hands, takes off his apron, leaves the kitchen, and heads for the
front and approaches the cops. “I swear I don’t remember doing anything.” “Sounds like a guilty
conscience. You’re wanted for questioning.” A cop tells him. “For what? I’ve been working
this entire time.” “Something that happened 5
years ago. C’mon, we’re heading to the station.” “I think I know what you’re
talking about, I’ll tell you all I know, but I wasn’t there the entire time. I
always knew this day was gonna come.” “We’ll talk down there,
c’mon.” They head to the station and into the interrogation room where Luxor is
waiting. Sydd walks in and Luxor closes the door, and they begin the
conversation. “This is involving your involvement with the murder of Rob-“
Luxor starts. “-Rob’s parents?” “Yes, don’t interrupt.” “Sorry.” “Anyway, it was found that he
may have killed his parents with a shot to the head and sloppily tried to
dispose of the bodies, and he claims that you and one other person may have
been involved as accomplices.” “Alright, so, here’s what I
know: We were living with Zakk and Brian at the time and were told we had to
move out, so he told me we were moving back into his parents’ house.” “Who are Zakk and Brian?” “Zakk and Brian were a couple
of big time drug dealers, Brian dropped out of the game after some sort of
disagreement with Zakk, and focused on raising a family with my brother’s ex
and apparently my ex’s second boyfriend, anyway, he’s dead. He’s the guy who
overdosed and got a face full of glass. Zakk killed himself in the middle of
getting arrested, that’s two lowlifes down.” “Ok, so, you were getting
kicked out, and decided to move in with Rob at his parents’ house… how did this
lead to them getting killed?” “He told me he was about to
come into some money, a car, and a house practically overnight and tells me
that Zakk gave him a going away present.” “The gun that was found in
his possession when he was arrested in the drug bust/murder of your ex/overdose
media field day.” “I bet you guys looked like
f*****g heroes that day.” “Don’t get smart with me, get
back to the story, you guys go straight to the house while he has the gun?” “Yeah, we went from Zakk’s to
his parents’ house and he goes into the garage and takes an aluminum baseball
bat and heads into the living room, walks upstairs into his parents’ bedroom
and bashes his dad’s head in with it, making sure he wouldn’t wake back up, but
not killing him. He takes the bat and washes it off and I told him he was
insane. He swore me to secrecy and threatened to kill me if I told anybody.” “So why are you telling us?” “Because if it means
conviction, I hope he fries.” “Why?” “Well, he killed his parents
solely for greed. Rather than try to make himself some sort of life, he
resorted to kill his parents to earn a shitload of money, a car, and a house.
He blew all the money in less than a year on drugs and abortions for Carmella,
rather than fixing the house like he said he would, not giving a s**t about
anybody. It’s not the first instance of his psychopathic serial killer
tendencies either, ask him about the redhead in the dumpster or the bloody
knife you may or may not have found when you searched his house.” “Wow. What happened next?” “I told him I was out; I
wasn’t going to be a part of it. He told me to start packing my things to keep
me occupied while he did his deed. That’s also when he threatened me and told
me he was going to get Carmella to help him instead. We went downstairs,
he dragged his father down the stairs, leaned him against the couch and started
to walk toward his mother and swing the baseball bat. I assume he
repeated the process. At that point I had already left the house.” “What happened when you
returned?” “We just never talked about
it after that.” “Is that all?” “Yeah, that’s pretty much
it.” “Thank you for the
information, you’ll receive a subpoena when trial begins and you’re required to
take the stand.” “Yeah, sure.” He checks his
watch. “Can I go back to work now?” “Sure.” They give him a ride
back to the restaurant and he goes back into the kitchen. “Hey man, are you in trouble,
man?” Jay asks. “Nah, but somebody is.” “It better not be me, I
haven’t done anything in years.” Says Ernie, a guy with short black hair and a
porn style moustache with matching sideburns says. “I moved to this area
specifically because there are no hookers here.” “Calm down, it’s actually a
guy I grew up with that’s in a heap of trouble.” “Xero! I saw the spectacle
you caused in the restaurant! Why did those cops take you?” Joe, a bald Marine
built guy yells to Sydd drunkenly. “I swear, I’m not in trou-“ “I don’t care! Go the f**k
home, and don’t come back for a couple of days!” “But-“ “NOW!” Sydd turns around and
leaves and heads home, where he runs into somebody leaving Frank and Laura’s
house as he goes in. “Sydd, you’re home early.”
Frank says. “Yeah, I know. I’m gonna be
home for a few days.” “Whatever.” “Whatever then.” He sits on
the couch and packs a bowl. Meanwhile, Carmella is sitting in jail when the
cops stop by her cell. “You’re wanted for
questioning.” The officer says. “About what?” she asks. “Your boyfriend.” He leads
her to a room where Luxor is waiting. He lets her in and closes the door behind
them, and begins the conversation. “This is about the murder of
your boyfriend’s parents about five years ago.” “Oh, I knew this would come
back to haunt me.” “Why don’t you tell me about
it?” “No.” “No? Why not?” “Because I love Robbie and I
would never ever rat him out.” “Guess what? Sydd already
told us everything, you’re boyfriend’s goose is cooked, so tell me your side of
the story, and you won’t be charged with accessory to murder.” “But he won’t love me
anymore.” “He’s never getting out, and
by the time you do, you’ll be old, and he’ll still be in jail, what are you
holding on to?” “Fine. I’ll tell you. I’m
going to hate myself for the rest of my life, but I’ll tell you, since it
doesn’t matter now, Sydd betrayed all of us. If Robbie ever gets out I hope he
kills Sydd.” “One more outburst like that
and you’ll go back to your cell until you cooperate.” “Alright, alright, fine; I
was at home locked in my room after fighting with my mother when Robbie sends
me a text to come to his house, so naturally, I snuck out the window as usual,
unlocking my door first so I could go back in when I got back and told me he
found a way we could finally live together. I was so excited, I rushed over,
and when I got there, I kind of wish I hadn’t.” “Tell me what happened when
you arrived at the house.” “I got there, and I saw his
dad slouched on the couch and his mom naked, lying on the floor, bleeding. I
asked him if he killed them and he said that they weren’t dead yet, just
unconscious, then he rolled his mother in a sheet and loaded her in the trunk.
Then he dragged his dad off the couch, and I had to help heave him in the
trunk. I still feel dirty to this day from it. He closed the trunk, and then
went back into the house and cleaned up the mess the best he could, grabbed the
keys and started the car. That’s when he told me we were going for a ride.” “And where exactly did you
go?” “We went to the industrial
part of the city where the toxic waste dump is, where all the neighborhoods got
shut down, and went to where the river and the dump meet and parked the car. He
was excited it was late outside, and not many lights are over there, he looked
like a kid in a candy store. He pulls the bodies out of the trunk, puts them in
a kneeling position and shoots them directly in the back of the head where he
marked the ‘x’ on their heads, where the holes were. Their faces hit the water
and slowly start to burn, I was so grossed out.” “What happened to the
bullets?” “Oh, that’s right, he pulled
the bullets out of their skulls with a pair of pliers then threw them in the
sewer grate… so how did you guys know they were shot?” “There was still fragments in
the holes in their skulls, and ballistics matched.” “Oh, so he woulda been busted
no matter what?” “Yes, now continue.” “Oh, right. So he kicked both
of their bodies into the water and watches them sink a little before getting in
the car and taking us home.” “What happened when you got
home? Did you talk at all about what just occurred?” “A little bit. I told him I
couldn’t believe I just watched him kill his parents, and he said if I ever
said anything, I’d join them. I was horrified that the man I love so much told
me he would kill me to protect himself. I asked if he was serious and he told
me that he was going to tell me the same thing he told Sydd: that we were in it
until the end.” “Well, this is the end. Thank
you, you will receive your subpoena prior to your appearance in court, and then
we will discuss your criminal case pending sometime between now, the middle, or
after your boyfriend’s case, whenever we have the time-“ “Criminal case?” “Oh, yes. You’re an
accessory, though with the information you provided, there’s a chance they may
feel generous and let you off easy, but don’t hold your breath. Anyway, have a
nice day.” “But-“ “Goodbye.” And she’s led back
to her cell. Luxor decides to pay Rob a visit. “What the f**k do you want?” “I took your advice, and
talked to your friend and girlfriend.” “Whoa, Sydd’s not my friend
anymore, he’s a backstabber.” “Clearly. Rob, they took me
through that fateful day, step by step. Let me hear your version.” “F**k. What if I don’t say
anything?” “We have enough evidence to
convict, if you don’t want a chance to tell your side of the story, why you did
it, maybe there’s justifiable cause, I don’t know. So, are you gonna talk, or
should we begin court proceedings?” “Fine.” They go into an
interrogation room and begin the conversation. “You’re in quite a heap of
trouble, here, Rob.” “Eh, oh well, I’m already in
prison, it’s not like I’m scared to go to jail.” “This is a lot more serious
than you think. You’ve been linked to the gun used, detailed accounts on how
you did it, and the physical evidence to prove it.” “How? There were no bullets!” “The fragments left in the
skulls told us everything we needed to know.” “Damn, I knew I forgot
something, I couldn’t remember what it was, but I figured it wasn’t that
important. S**t. I’m already in jail for twenty five to life, how much worse
can it get?” “Anything’s possible in this
state, now, why did you kill your parents?” “They were neglectful,
inebriated pieces of s**t. I was broke, needed money, a car, and a place to
live, but I hated my parents. That’s when Zakk gave me the bright idea on how
to kill my parents and get away with it, meanwhile getting an entire lump sum
of assets all at once. I could live with my girlfriend and buy all the drugs I
wanted! Ah, it was so great while it lasted!” He sighs and looks to the
ceiling, reminiscing. “Hey!” Luxor snaps his
fingers, and Rob jolts back to reality. “Were you just daydreaming?” “Yeah, man, some good times.” “You’re a sicko, you know
that?” “Yeah, it’s one of the things
I’m good at… I almost got away with murder, not many people can say that.” “Have you ever killed anyone
else?” “Now, what would make you ask
a question like that?” “Well, it’s because one of
your sources told me to ask you about the dumpster and the bloody knife.” “Well, honestly, with the
knife, I don’t know what I stabbed, and the girl in the dumpster, I only
remember the aftermath.” “Do you have a history of
mental illness?” “Yes, I have multi
personality disorder, being in jail was the first time I was put back on my
medication since I was a kid.” “I see, so when you become the
other Rob, you are, what, violent?” “No, it usually depends on
how my day is going. The day the redhead died in the dumpster, I remember I was
pissed off and hunting Sydd down because he had stolen two bags of heroin from
me. As I’m walking down the street, I see this really hot redhead walking by,
and the next thing I know, my pants are halfway down, and she’s in pieces in
the dumpster, naked. I booked it home as fast as I could and went back to the
party. See, my other side works on two extremes: if I’m having a good, normal,
day, I end up stealing Carmella a bunch of flowers or candy or something by the
end of the day. If I’m having a bad day, that’s when the monster occurs.” “So how did it cross over to
the other side?” “What do you mean?” “Killing consciously.” “I don’t know, just kinda
happened.” “How did it make you feel?” “Powerful.” “I think we’re done here.
We’ll set a trial date and get the ball rolling.” “Yay, more shitstorm.” Rob
says sarcastically. Rob goes back to his cell and Luxor goes back to his
office. Meanwhile, Sydd is at Frank
and Laura’s, miserable. A steady flow of people come in and out all day for
meth, Sydd just keeps to himself and avoids as little contact with them as
possible. One day, James and Karen come downstairs and immediately yell at
Frank and Laura because the smell has finally reached the attic. “What do you
want?” Frank asks. “At first, the smell wasn’t
too bad, you said you’d keep it contained, I told you to fan that s**t out the
window.” James says. “Hey, man, we’re trying.”
James walks to the basement and Frank follow. James sees only one fan blowing. “You need more fans, dude.”
They walk past Frank and Laura’s room and there is a faint humming. James
pushes open the door and there is about four or five fans around the room,
keeping the room from smelling. “Dude, it would make sense to put those
downstairs.” “No.” “No? Dude, if you put the
fans by the source, it won’t travel through the house.” “Get your own f*****g fans,
a*****e.” “What the f**k did you just
say to me?” Frank punches James in the face, and they begin to fistfight. Laura
and Karen run over to see the commotion and Frank accidentally punches Karen in
the face, so James punches Frank, Laura punches James, then Karen punches
Laura, and a four way battle ensues: Frank and Laura versus James and Karen,
Frank versus James, Laura versus Karen, James versus Laura, and Frank versus
Karen. The ensuing fistfight continues for a good ten minutes before Sydd
decides they’ve had enough and breaks up the fight. A few days later, James and
Karen move out, and Sydd takes the attic. They get more fans for the basement
and it alleviates a good portion of the smell. The Trial (Near the End) Rob is sitting in court,
waiting for the witnesses to take the stand. “Carmella Chavez, could you
approach the stand?” the judge asks. Carmella sits down and waits, the
prosecution starts. “Carmella, could you please tell us what happened on that
night involving your boyfriend, Robert Serfass?” “He called me over his house
and told me I could live there forever if I helped him with something.” “And what was that
something?” “To help him transport his
parents so that he could kill them.” “Where did you go to
transport them?” “To the industrial part of
the city, by the toxic waste dumps.” “How did he kill them?” “He shot them both in the
back of the head while they were in a kneeling position.” “What happened after he
killed them?” “He threw them in the water
and we went home.” “Did you two talk about what
happened after you got home?” “For a little bit, but not
for long, because he said-“she starts crying, “-he said he’d kill me.” “Nothing further, your
honor.” The defense approaches. “Ms.Chavez, isn’t true that
you are the niece of the famous Carlos Burgsov from the Burgsov case that you
and your boyfriend are both currently in jail for?” “Yes.” “So, you’re good at hiding
secrets-“ “Objection!” the prosecuting
lawyer yells. “Relevance?” “I’m just speculating that
maybe she’s covering up a part she had a hand in, that’s all, given the family
she comes from, I’m just seeking credibility.” “Overruled.” The judge says. “No further questions, your
honor.” “You b***h! You sold me out!
How could you, I thought you loved me!” Rob yells. “I’m sorry Robbie; I didn’t
feel like I had much of a choice!” “Order! Order!” the judge
bangs the gavel. “I’m so sorry, I love you!”
She says through tears as she’s led back to her seat. “Sydd Xero, will you please
take the stand?” The judge asks. Sydd takes a seat and waits, the prosecution
starts. “Mr. Xero, could you describe
to us what Rob Serfass did on that night in 2008?” “He told me that he planned
to kill his parents and asked me to help him. I refused and he sent me to pack
my stuff so I could move in with him, I needed a place to stay, he was my best
friend, but I’ve been in enough trouble to not help with a murder. He told me
if I told anyone, he’d kill me.” “No further questions.” The
defense approaches. “Mr. Xero, you have quite the
criminal history.” “Unfortunately, yes, I do.” “A bunch of petty crimes,
nothing too serious- oh, wait, that’s right, you were arrested for murder,
double homicide if I remember correctly.” “I know, I’m still on parole
for that.” “Yeah, by pleading insanity!”
the lawyer says sarcastically. “Because I have an actual
condition!” “So does my client, your
honor, which is why we would also like to plead insanity, my client has
Multiple Personality Disorder, which happens to cause him to kill under times
of extreme stress or anger, which is the case here.” “That would have worked had
he not told me he doesn’t remember two of his three murders, but he was fully
awake for his parents. He wanted it done, so he made sure he wanted to do it
right, I’ve been his friend since we were kids, and I know how he works.” “I can confirm that
allegation.” Luxor interjects. “As I was interrogating him, he confirmed that
he was fully aware of what he’d done.” “No further questions.” “You b*****d, I knew you’d
betray me” Rob says as he stares Sydd down as he walks by him, also staring.
When the trial ends, Rob learns that he is to be executed by lethal injection
in six months. The day before, he gets his final day, and Carmella is visiting. “I can’t believe you’re going
to die tomorrow, Robbie.” Carmella says. “I can’t believe you sold me
out.” “They told me it didn’t matter
if I lied or told the truth, they were going to find out the truth anyway, but
I didn’t know this was going to happen.” “Well, looks like life handed
me a bag of s**t. Ya know, because it’s my final day, I’m allowed a conjugal
visit…” An hour and a half later they leave the room buttoning their jumpsuits.
“Oh, babe, that was well needed.” “I agree.” “Hey, I have an idea.” “What?” “Why don’t you come with me?” “What do you mean?” “Like Romeo and Juliet.” “Kill myself?” “Then we can be together
forever...” “I don’t know… wait, no,
just, no.” “But I thought you loved me.” “I do, Robbie.” “Then why don’t you?” “Because I don’t wanna die
yet…” “But then you wouldn’t have
to live without me.” “I-I-“ They are split up, as
her time has run out, “I love you!” She is replaced by Sydd. “What the hell are you doing
here?” “Saying goodbye to my former
best friend.” “Yeah? Well, f**k you; I hope
I see you in hell.” “Why? So I can f**k you some
more?” “Now what the hell does that
mean?” “So you can spend an eternity
getting constantly dicked over by a bunch of demons that look like me, and make
you feel as much like s**t as everyone who you were a b*****d to your entire
life, all the while constantly being reminded that I’m the one who put you
there.” “Get the f**k out of my
face.” “Fine, see ya.” Sydd leaves
the prison and goes home, and is replaced by Marissa. “Who in the hell are you?” “You don’t remember me?” she
asks. “Nope, not a clue.” “Wow, looks like the drugs
did fry your brain.” “Look, are you gonna tell me
why you’re here, or not, I don’t remember ordering a prostitute…” he starts to
say to himself. “Marissa! Don’t you remember
me, Rob? We went to school together; we used to be best friends, me, you,
Kelly, and Sydd.” “Oh, that’s right; you were
that fat b***h who used to nag us all the time! Now I remember! Yeah,
you’re a b***h.” “Why are you so cruel,
Robert?” “Because I can. It’s fun,
it’s the ultimate rush! He turns around and punches a hole in the wall. With
his hand bleeding, he turns around and faces Marissa again. “Any more
questions?” “Are you proud of yourself?” “Yes. Live fast, die young,
and f**k over everybody on the way. Life is overrated, I can’t wait for
tomorrow.” “Have you always been this
fucked up?” “Yeah, yeah I have.” “Well, I’m going to leave
now, um, I hope you- I-“ She turns around and leaves. The next
day, Rob is waiting to be executed. The room is filled with an eerie
silence. The tools laid across the table can only mean one thing. He lies
strapped to the bed, sweating from the heat. He’s been there for hours; it
felt like days, suddenly, he hears voices outside the door. The door
opens, an unknown man dressed in a white lab coat, face mask, and glasses
comes in, looks at his clipboard, then to Rob. The man moves over to the tools,
picking each up, feeling the weight, until he comes along a syringe. He
picks it up, and taps it. He looks at Rob, lying in the bed, with a
vitriolic look in his eyes. "This will only hurt a
little". The man slowly brings the needle to Rob’s arm, then
stops. He tells the attendants to leave the room. He then locks the
door behind him and walks over to Rob, whose eyes are widening in fear at
the recognition of the man. Rob struggles to get free and is about to
scream when the man crams a towel in his mouth, "Shh, I told you,
this will only hurt a little" The man grabs the syringe and begins
repeatedly stabbing Rob in the chest, away from his heart and it creates a
sucking chest wound. Rob gasps for air as the man takes the syringe and
drives it into his neck, pulling the plunger. © 2018 Scorpious Alpha
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Added on August 30, 2014 Last Updated on November 6, 2018 AuthorScorpious AlphaSomewherein, PAAboutI'm a drama writer (who doesn't love drama?) I'm currently working on a series, Imperfect Perfection, have another two series, Parasitic Psychosis, and Unbalanced Electrical Storm finished. Hope you l.. more..Writing
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