I've waited a fair while for this, and yet when the day finally arrived I had no idea what I was going to post! Finally I wrote something, which addresses the 5th option we were given:
Plot a murder of someone sorely asking for it, step by step
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My entry is inspired by my Chrysalis story, entitled, “I Pronounce You...Dead”, which you can read HERE. Incidentally, we at Chrysalis have a little in-joke about annoying/evil characters called Susan - we kept writing about them for a while there! :D
But without further ado, here is the entry!
Dear Susan Marie Walker,
How it begins:
I will date you, because I have not yet discovered who you really are.
How it progresses:
The whole ‘dating’ thing will teach me. It will teach me many important lessons, the foremost in my mind being that you are a monster of most heinous evil. And I will form a plan, lay out the steps with special care—these steps will take me ever t’ward your glorious demise.
Sorry, got a bit carried away with the dramatic speech. Still, the point remains—you’re going to die, and this is why.
-You’re the most arrogant person I’ve ever encountered
-You’re uglier on the inside than I knew it was possible to be
-You are cruel beyond measure to those less fortunate than yourself, and to those more fortunate, you’re even worse
-Your parents made you this way, I have no doubt, but you refuse to better yourself—you already think you’re perfect as is
-You make me so bored I want to cry
-Your favourite song is ‘The Macarena’
And finally... How it ends:
-I will go to that stupid “magic spell” party, the one all our friends are attending
-I will stand in the kitchen and dial triple zero
-I will tell the person who answers what address I’m at, and I will say, “I’m about to murder Susan Marie Walker, okay, bye!”
-I will hang up and walk out into the party, where you will be up to your usual tricks—making somebody’s life miserable
-I will stride up to you and flash you my smile, the one I know you can’t resist
-I will make you think maybe there’s a chance for us to get back together; I will convince you there is no other girl in the room for me
-I will cast a spell on you—it’s a stupid ‘spell’ party after all
-You will simper and sigh and gladly agree to play along
-I will hand you this shot of Curaçao
-You will drink it
-Then you will die, and the world will rejoice
-The cops will rock up.
And it doesn’t really matter what comes after that, because the important work will be done.
Right, I’m off to the bottle-o. They better have that blue shit in stock.