I haven’t seen nor spoke to Gennie in over five days. I’m still in Orlando but staying at a hotel near the outside of town. Los Angeles lost interest to me for all the fake common faces I would have to look at when I walked the streets. Orlando was so much more diverse. Not as diverse as other major cities such as New York. It was becoming. It’s Friday night and I’m sitting in a bush outside Justin’s house watching, waiting. After a few hours, I start feeling a lot like Lance, only this wasn’t the Luxor and this wasn’t Las Vegas. Would love to pick up some girls though.nextJustin finally gets out of his house while Andrea bids him good-bye from the porch. He’s in his car and out of sight as his young girlfriend escapes back inside the house. Where Justin is going, I haven’t the slightest idea but this is the moment I have been waiting for. Party time.
I grab my bag and sling it over my shoulders as I crawl out of the bushes. Quickly running towards the front door, I straighten out my clothes and knock on the door. Hard. I glance at my watch and wondered where Justin was going at 11 at night. Seriously, I’m really curious. Clubbing without Andrea? No! Never!
The door soon opens slowly revealing Andrea to me. She smiles quickly and pulls me inside, wrapping her long arms around my neck again, “JC! Ohmygosh! What are you doing here? Justin just left.”
I look around and make myself fell at home, heading straight for the living room. I take a seat on their white leather couch and prop my feet up on the glass coffee table. Everything in the room was so fucking clean. Geez, I feel like I have just entered hell for some odd reason. White or glass. Glass or white. I look up at Andrea, who all of a sudden hands me a glass of water. I take it and drink the water hungrily.
She takes a seat beside me, “I thought you were in L.A.”
“No, I’ve been here the whole time. I saw Gennie a couple days ago and thought I might hang out just a little bit longer.” I finish off the water and place it on the clean glass table, making sure to get a good water ring on it.
“Oh really? I haven’t talked to Gennie in days! How is she doing? And how is the baby of hers?”
She goes on and on, never stopping to take a breath or so it seems. I groan slightly as I sit back into the couch. I cut her off, “Where’s Justin?”
“Oh, he went to the store really quick to get me some chicken for dinner tomorrow.”
“Oh.” I lean forward, digging though my bag. “I guess I’ll have to be quick, huh?” I glance back at her, smiling devilishly.
“JC, what do you…” I quickly hit her head with my hammer. I let out a laugh full of glee as blood splatters all over the walls and clean white carpet and couch. I love making messes! As I drag her body to the bathroom, knowing well enough that she was still alive, I couldn’t help but think why I killed her. I have… no reason. I shrug it off as I place her on the… white… tiles and run back into the living room to fetch my bag. I return shortly with an electric saw and start extricating her limps. She woke up to find herself lying in a puddle of her own blood. Her right arm and leg were thrown in a corner as I knelt over her left leg, sawing it off as fast as I could. She let out a scream of pain and squirmed beneath me, her hair soaking up the blood when she moved her head from side to side. Soon, the screaming stopped. I looked up at her just as I pulled off her leg, throwing it across the room. Fear and pain had caused her to pass out.
I snicker lightly once the saw started to cut into her left arm. I could hear the bone being ripped apart, blood running all over the limp body. Once finished, I would help but stand back and stare at my accomplishment. Andrea looks so beautiful lying there, bleeding to death. So young and so fragile. Her eyes flutter open and I can see the stubs of where her arms once were flapping around. She screams yet again realizing what I just did to her. I’m sure she would like to ask me why I would do such a thing to her but I forgot… she can’t speak. Lying on top of arms and legs is a small bloody piece of tissue which has already started to turn blue. Her tongue. I get on my knees and can’t help myself enter her. She’s twice as warm as a normal human and she’s so wet. I thrust myself in and out of her as she looks up at me, scared and confused. I come too quickly and wished I hadn’t rushed. Fuck.
I clean myself off and pick up her useless body, throwing it into the tub. Her arms and legs get thrown atop her. She’s looking at me with wide eyes, crying like most of my victims. I hate seeing tears. It’s almost as if people are scared that they’re about to die. Death is everywhere, everyone dies. Picking up my hammer once again, I hack out her eyes and laugh to myself. The tears have ceased to ever exist.
While hot water is coming from the faucet and cleaning the blood from the saw and hammer, I run into the bedroom and change into the extra pair of clothes I brought with me. It’s a really nice suit with inside pockets in the jacket. Armani. I love money. I love greed.
After making sure I had everything I came in with, I pull out a cigar from my pocket and light it while standing over Andrea’s body. She’s still alive, surprisingly. I throw the match into the tub along with a bottle of Jack I pulled from the kitchen. She quickly catches into flames.
I close the front door, making sure to lock the bottom to keep out the psycho killers. And walk half a mile back to where I parked my car, jumped in and headed to the airport. I, of course, had a plane to catch to L.A.