Prologue

In the end, it did not even matter what happened to get us here. We are sitting here trying to guess, why we did what we did and why we let it go for this long, and we never come up with a good enough excuse for murder.

    One day we'll understand it all, the reason we cracked up his skull and let everything out. All the monsters, the secrets, and most of all the pain. He looked so peaceful once he took his last breathe, his eyes closing for the last time, if only the blood was not there it would almost be beautiful. Such a mess we made, the murder, the blood, just everything came at once and we couldn’t stop ourselves.

    Looking down at it all, you would think we just came upon the mess and was trying to figure it all out not that we were the ones who created this masterpiece of crime. They said it was a crime that was carefully thought out, with every move we made. Knowing surgical moves, cleaning up after ourselves so nicely not leaving anything to chance, making sure we set everything up for what we wanted them to catch and not catch. Leaving only a trail far from us, and setting her up with no reason.

    We weren’t looking at anyone in particular for this crime, just a random couple living in the American dream. Which was known for the similar development with matching house, picket fences, dogs running around and many kids as well their life was perfect til we came along. We stalked for years to get their routine down perfect, knew their weaknesses and strengths, we studied up on everything, we got it down almost perfect.

We left one clue, a clue that we had to clean up without anyone noticing. The clue could kills us, with the chair, burnt to a crisp. These days almost everyone who commits a crime gets the chair. Today we live in a world, with so many laws, telling us who to talk to, who to hang with, what to watch and read. We don’t have a dictator but we damn close to it. Crime has not gone down any though but they thought with the death penalty it would but no one cares anymore. Crime got easier to get away with, people got smarter and just did not care anymore. In the end, we are murderers and crime committers and we are getting away with it all.

   

    At this booth in this little diner, we are staring out the window to the world we know but wish we didn’t.

Author's Note

Give me the best you have.