He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, laying her carefully on the bed. He sat beside her gently stroking her hair and face, amazed at her beauty and he now had her to himself. He started undressing her, kissing her exposed flesh as he went, kissing every new part that he discovered.
Finally she was naked before him; she was perfect in every way. He pulled another syringe from the bag and gave her another dose. It just wouldn’t do for her to wake up to him mounted on her. He could feel the excitement build as the time he had longed for drew near, he was ready, now was the time. Rick took her.
Rick laid there holding Becky close to him enjoying her scent and the feel of her flesh against his when he suddenly realized that she was cold and not breathing. He felt for a pulse and could not find one.
“No!” He wailed into the pillow in grief and frustration cursing the fate that had finally brought them together only to have her ripped from him. He felt as if his heart were going to burst from his chest so great was the pain of losing her after dreaming of her for so long. He had to do something. But what?
He carried her to the bathroom and placed her lovingly in the tub. He turned the faucet on, when the tub was full he gently washed her down being careful to remove any physical evidence he might have left on her body. When she was as clean as he could make her he drained the tub, and refilled it.
Rick took the vial and the syringes and carefully wiped them off removing any hint of his finger prints or DNA. Then gently using Becky’s dead hand, transferred some of her prints and DNA to them. He let them drop onto the floor and left them lay there. He was hoping the investigators would just believe that she had overdosed.
When everything was done to Rick’s satisfaction he stopped at the fridge and removed the rest of the bottles that he had injected and emptied them into the sink, rinsed them and placed them in the recycling container with the rest of them. Rick worked steadily for the better part of an hour wiping everything down, taking down the cameras, and cleaning up any possible link to him when the police eventually came, but hopefully they wouldn’t come for at least a couple of days and let the water do its work: destroy any leftover DNA or prints.
He slipped out into the darkness having been in the house much longer than he had anticipated. He slipped back into his house and the waiting began again. Three days later concerned co-workers had alerted the police and had entered the house and found Becky’s body.
Rick was surprised and more than pleased at how little the police actually investigated the scene. In Ricks mind the police did a more thorough job on the TV crime shows. Of course, the drug showed up in the toxicology report and cause of death was ruled a suicide by over dose. Rick sat smugly reading the reports on the newspapers website somewhat regretting that he hadn’t signed up for the paper when that little bastard had interrupted him that evening. It would be nice to have a physical copy of the article. That evening he made a trip to the gas station to buy a copy.
A week after the body was released, Becky was laid to rest. Rick wanted desperately to go to the funeral but caution and cold logic over road his desire to be there. Instead he thought he might just visit that night after everyone else had finally gone home, back to their lives.
That night after the funeral was over Rick stood looking down at the freshly covered grave. He looked around the green tinted surroundings of the cemetery through the night vision goggles strapped to his head, he was alone.
“I can never be without you baby,” he whispered to her as he plunged the shovel into the soft earth.
About the Author
Jason Mueller's closest friends call him Jake. As he is mostly a horror/supernatural writer, its yet to be seen if you want to get that close or not! Yes, he bites.
Jason studied for the ministry for several years before life took a giant swing at him, forcing him to change courses a bit. He's read the Bible, both Old and New Testaments more times than you would believe. But don’t worry he’s no choir boy, and his writing will take you closer to hell then you ever thought you could go without feeling the flames.
Jason escaped from Illinois when he was just about to enter his 20s and hasn't looked back. He currently resides in Indiana and has four children who are his entire world - two boys and twin girls.
Jason is currently working on various projects and hopes to keep you scared to go to sleep for years to come.
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