© 2002 by Sarah Ryniker JudgmentalMama@hotmail.com http://www.oocities.org/iamthealmightyrah/FF.html

STORY LAST UPDATED ON 17/08/2002

Rise from the Ashes Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Epilogue

CHAPTER TEN

They were all asleep. Luckily, I didn't have to deal with sneaking out of my bed because of a snoring Gerald. Having my own room had many advantages. And tonight I was grateful that Gerald would have no idea about me leaving the room.
    I checked on both of the kids before sneaking further down the hall. I turned the doorknob to Rachael's door and opened it slowly. As I peered down at her, I had no doubts in my mind about if I could do it or not. Because I knew that I could.
    I wasn't going to make it a simple death. No, I wanted to torture her. I wanted to make her last moments worse than anything she'd ever felt before. And I had planned out just how I would do it.
    I cut a long piece of rope off the string of nylon rope I had with me. Then I went through her drawers and found a pair of stockings. Before she could wake up to do anything, I straddled her and gagged her by shoving the stocking in her mouth and duct taping her mouth shut. Then, as she began to struggle and let out muffled cries, I tied her hands and her feet. I couldn't very well have her kicking me.
    I don't really know where I got my strength to drag her out of the house. Maybe it was the fact that she had lost so much weight and was light that I could do it. No matter, I dragged her down by the beach, knowing the sea would clean up any blood that would come from her.
    When I laid her out flat on her back, I sat on top of her, a wooden spoon in my hand. I peered down at her and smiled. "Do you realise, Rachael dear, how much I despise you?" I asked wickedly.
    Her eyes seemed scared, yet hurt, too. How perfect was that? "Yes, that's right. I hate you. That is why I am doing this. No other reason. I thought I should let you know. You do have a right to know why I am going to kill you. Isn't that nice of me to think so?" I laughed as she began to panic.
    I then became angry and smack her hard with the spoon a few times. "Stop it! I am doing you a favour. Don't you see? You're a miserable wreck. You have no reason to live. I am ending your life for you as a favour," I insisted.
    She shook her head and began to cry. "Aw, sweetie, don't cry. It'll only hurt for a little while," I promised.
    I began to beat her with the spoon. I hit her as hard as I could. She tried to escape my pounding and my laughter. But she couldn't. And I was having a great time.
    After the spoon lost its appeal to me, I got up and left her there for a few. I found a large shovel a gardener had left and when I brought it back, I saw, with satisfaction, her eyes widen with horror.
    Without a word, I began pounding at her with the wooden handle. It was so much bigger and heavier. I got a more satisfying thud from my hits. I saw bruises begin to appear and I giggled with excitement.
    Then a thought came to me and I lifted her and hung her on the tree by her hands. I took the handle again and began beating her with it. She began to let out only soft moans and light cries of pain. I knew she was beginning to fade in and out I wanted her completely dead soon.
    When I was finished, I brought her down from the tree. To my surprise, only a little bit of blood had fallen from her. The rest was bruising.
    I dragged her down so we were in the water. I held her above it for a while. She looked over at me so helplessly. Now she seemed to be begging for me to just do something. I gave her an assuring smile.
    "Don't worry, it'll all be over here real soon." I picked the knife out of my back pocket and cut her a few times with it. She let out cries again, but they were weak.
    When I decided to drown her, I decided to give her one more thing to torture her with. I rolled her over onto her stomach and held her head above water long enough to whisper in her ear, "The baby didn't die. I gave her to Karen and Michael. So all of your misery has been for nothing." I laughed as I saw the agony in her face as she closed her eyes. She was crying. But I felt no sympathy for her.
    I placed her head in the water. She gave one last strong struggle. But as strong as her weak struggle was, I was much stronger and I held her there until it was over. I kept feeling for a pulse, and when there was no longer one, I smiled. I was complete now. She was gone.
    I dragged her from the water and back onto the beach. Then, I grabbed the shovel and my rowboat. I picked her up and threw her lifeless body into the boat. I rowed my way out to the nearest island and I curried her in a cave. I knew nobody would bother to look here. And even if they did, no one would ever know I had killed her.
    When I was finished, I got back to the house as fast as possible. I had tortured her for a good two hours before killing her. The sun had begun to come up over the horizon. I got into the house and into my room as fast as possible. I got undressed and into the shower.
    Afterwards, I got into another nightgown. Then, I sneaked out of my room with the knife, spoon, rope and duct tape. I took them to the small door that was close to the master bedroom where Gerald lay sleeping. I went into the tiny, half-hidden stairwell, found the step I had fixed up earlier and shoved everything into it. Nobody would ever find it, and by the time they did, I'd be gone.
    As I got back into my bed, I fell into a comforting sleep. Never once did her murder bother me. Never once did I have nightmares about killing her. Guilt was not something I felt. She was gone, and that was something to be happy about. And the best part about it was that nobody would ever know. They would miss her for a little while, and then the pain would go away. And nobody would ever know.

Rise from the Ashes Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Epilogue

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