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Rated: 18+ · Book · LGBTQ+ · #1736941
A story of 4 high school students and how they fall in love in some of the hardest times.
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True Typical Love Story (TTLS) Chapter 1 - Murder
True Typical Love Story
Chapter 1
Murder


The sound of my bare footsteps echo throughout the mystic, haunted neighborhood, shadows creeping over the separating wood on the evergreen trees and the slowly cracking pavement I
walk on. The moonlight is in perfect contrast with the silence as I make my way to my
victim’s middle class home.

I have to make sure no one would notice my demonically portrayed presence as the wind blew the sent away from my first victim.

The friendly visit I’m about to give the young 16-year-old girl will haunt her family for eternity if I
perform the vile action in perfection. Death is very beautiful. Her sacrifice will be welcomed in
hell.

Walking around the house, I finally begin to notice that it’s a bit larger then I had anticipated.
The pitch black night doesn’t help either with what I’m trying to do. Only a few cars seem to
have passed by what seemed to be a Barbie dream house. It is a very humid night; fog had
just begun to roll out of the neighborhood. I can start to see the lights in the house now. A few
went out but one remains on.

I continue to walk around, looking for an opportunity. I see a bright green electrical box. There
is an open window right above it. Ah! Perfect! Finally! I have received what I’ve been looking
for. Climbing up onto the electrical box, I notice the window is farther above then I had
originally thought. Knowing that, I attempt to run up the rotten wood of the house. I fall
backwards back onto the electrical box.

Coming back to reality, I realize there’s no way to make it up without a superpower of flying or
super strength so I look up at the window again. I take a quick jump and attempt to quickstep
the house. This time I feel myself start to fall backwards on my ass. I just need to look
around for another opportunity to get in.

I look at the front door to make sure the door isn't locked and that I didn’t make a fool of
myself. Starting to turn the knob, I notice the bottom lock is unlocked. How about this
blooded deadbolt? Lightly pushing on the door it gets stuck on the fucking deadbolt. I hate
locks.

Since that’s in the way there has to be some other way in other then that one window.
Beginning to get anxious, I run around the house, looking for something that can be used to
tool myself in. I realize there’s a basement window. It’s my last chance to get inside. Staring
at it, I’m asking myself, ‘how am I going to be able to throw myself in through such a tiny
hole’?

I start to bend down, noticing that there’s cage fencing in my way. Attempting to clear the
cage, it appears to be unlocked though it has just cut my hands. Jumping down with a gash
in my hand, it is leaving a trail blood. I will worry about it later. I jump down through the
window into their basement.

I hope they don’t have a dog or anything that has teeth or I’m screwed. On my feet now, I
begin to feel my way to the stairs to the first floor. My foot hits something so I try and
maneuver over it but I end up just falling yet again.

I now have to feel my way around the house leaving my blood everywhere I go. I encounter the
bathroom on the second floor. A light goes on, nearly blinding me. It's like someone instantly
threw a blindfold on. Knowing that I might wake someone up, I throw my hand in my pocket
hoping it would stop bleeding. I start to head in the opposite direction of the light to find
myself in the girl’s room. Hahaha! My target!

Using the light, I can make out the bed she was sleeping in. All I see is three lumps. I can’t
make out any shapes or anything though. I grab my knife out of my belt loop. Doing this I

hear a man’s voice coming from the hall.

"Leia, are you alright?"

In a muffled tone she responds, "I’m fine"

The night is quiet. All you can hear is chirping from the crickets outside. The fog is starting to
roll back in. It is a very gloomy night, almost demonic looking outside. It is starting to scare
me. The lumps started to coordinate into a different pattern. She is starting to move so I could
make out what position she’s sleeping in.

Spinning my knife out of pure excitement, I can make out two oddly shaped lumps in her confider.

Climbing onto the bed, I am careful not to disturb the deep sleeper. My knife twirling rapidly now, I look for the target spot with my legs around her to make sure she doesn’t run for the open window by my side. I am careful not to wake her.

Slowly I reach my hand under her pillow. As soon as it’s there securely I lift up and pull my knife hand swiftly in the air, aiming for the right side of her back. She starts to squirm letting out gasps of air; I keep the pillow on her mouth so she doesn’t let out even the smallest of a noise.

Twisting the knife farther, she starts to squirm more so I move the pillow with her
body.  She escapes from the pillow for nearly a second, letting out a sigh of air. Looking as if
she had fainted she falls back onto her bed motionless.

Jumping out of the window for the blooded green electrical box, I book it through the neighborhood careful to wake not even a soul.

The death of a loved one or someone close to you with the feeling that you’re next is a sign of internal murder, which kills you more then I do.


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