Even in Death
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Thread Topic: Even in Death
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(Don't blame me, it's what really happened.)
I pulled a large butcher knife out of one of the drawers and then, trudged sorrowfully back to the hallway. I knelt down beside Steven's corpse. 'I'm sorry.' I repeated, sobbing and clutching his cold, clammy hand. I gazed at my handiwork for a few more seconds, then started to hack away at his remains. -
o.o ok then...continue plz!
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I didn't blame you for anything angel
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It's Jeffery Dahmer, dragon. -.-
And that happened in the movie~! :D -
Once he was completely dismembered, I shoved his body parts into some trash bags. I felt guilty about having to dispose of him in such a disrespectful manner. As if accidently bludgeoning him wasn't bad enough!
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O.o
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(You're right, MoMo! It did!)
'Damnit, Steven, you have no idea how humiliating this is. For both of us.' I muttered, as if he could actually hear me. 'Trust me, this hurts me too.' I dragged the remains out to my car and tossed them in the backseat. -
Except he never slept with him. xP
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o.o *is genuily interested*
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(I know, it's not entirely accurate.)
I started up the car and made my way to the local dump. I figured I could just throw his remains there and drive away.
Halfway there, I noticed flashing lights behind me as I adjusted my mirror. The lights were followed by the wail of a police siren. -
*eating popcorn*
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(xDDD)
'Aw, noooooo...' I moaned. My car screeched to a halt and I swiftly pushed one of the bags onto the floor. A police officer approached me and tapped on my window, shining his torch in my eyes. -
I quickly rolled down the window. There was no way I wanted to screw around with a police officer, definately not at a time like this.
'How you doing there?' he asked.
'Fine. Just fine.' I replied, quickly. He eyed me like a hawk.
'I saw you swerving back there.'
'Yeah, I was just adjusting my mirror.' -
'Lemme see your driver's license.' he demanded. I fumbled through the pocket of my jeans and pulled out my liscense, passing it to him. He read my name out loud. 'Jeffrey Dahmer. Well,is this your vehicle, Jeffrey?'
'No, sir.' I replied. 'It's my mother's car. She's gone for the weekend, but she still lets me use it.'
He shined his light on the trashbags.
'What's in the bags?' -
'The clippings from the garden.' I lied. I'd always been a pretty good liar. Right now, I was thankful for that skill. 'I was headed to the dump with them.'
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