MURDERERSA Story by MarieA very short horror story. . .
Ripley looked at his large, powerful hands, almost in bewilderment. “Did I do that?” he asked. “Did I strangle her?”
Becker laughed. “Of course you did. That’s how it works, remember? I pick them and you kill them.”
“Oh…” Ripley bent over the girl, grieved by the sight of her blonde curls soaking in a rank puddle Such beauty to be blotted out. Once she had walked, danced, run. Now she was only a corpse in a dark alley.
“Come on,” Becker urged. “Let’s get out of here before anybody comes.”
Back in the shabby room they shared Ripley was sunk in depression while Becker was filled with elation. “Our tenth! Let’s have a drink to celebrate.”
“I don’t feel like it,” Ripley muttered.
“Oh get over yourself.” Becker sounded annoyed. “This is a sweet deal for both of us. I have the fun of picking them out and you have the fun of killing them.”
“It’s not fun…” Ripley whispered. And then, more firmly, “It’s not fun. It’s not fun!”
Becker was startled into silence. Ripley continued, his voice growing louder. “I hate killing! I’ve always hated killing. And you made me do it. But not again. Not ever again!” His hands closed around Becker’s throat.
It should be physiologically impossible for a man to strangle himself to death. But Ripley did it. © 2015 MarieReviews
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