Kill #3:
Re-Wrap
By Louise
I think it
happened in September
or was it
May? I can't remember.
All I know is
this dude appeared
he kind of
glowed; can you say 'weird'?
He said that
I could have the chance
to go back
and change my circumstance.
I wasn't sure
what he meant
but being
dead sucks, so away I went.
No longer was
I a sheer cold mist
my body was
back, and I clenched my fist.
Revenge would
be mine on at least one fan;
she should
never have messed with this particular man.
Into a sneer
my lips did curl
I was ready
to seek out that teenage girl.
I began to
recall her particular look
just before
my life they took.
She was
young, perhaps nineteen
her eyes were
blue... or were they green?
She had
refused to see my charm
and now it
was her turn to come to harm.
I
concentrated on her face, her hair
her terrible
attitude, her heated stare.
But where on
earth could this harpy be?
I'd never
find her if it were up to me.
So to the
glowy dude I plead
to send me to
the girl who'd made me dead.
He shook his
head, and with a sigh
waved his
hand, and I did fly.
I found
myself at a shopping mall,
crashed right
into a concrete wall.
But this to
me did not deter
because just
then I saw... her.
She was
laughing... of all the nerve!
Sweet cold
revenge was what I'd serve.
Chatting
happily with a friend;
this was a
scene I would love to end.
I kept to the
shadows and watched her a while-
how dare she
grin, how dare she smile!
Then her
friend said goodbye;
I couldn't
wait to see her die.
How would I
do it? I didn't care
as long as
she was made aware
of what she'd
done, what she'd ended:
the utter
perfection that could never be mended.
She had
destroyed what was truly great
and in so
doing had sealed her fate.
Then she went
into the Ladies room...
a fitting
place to meet her doom.
I followed
her in to no-man's land
it was now or
never I'd make a stand.
She chose a
stall and locked the door
I tapped my
foot loudly on the tiled floor.
I would wait
until she was done
then I'd have
my deathly fun.
She quickly
finished and went to the sink
didn't give
me so much as a passing blink.
I cleared my
throat and her eyes went wide,
her surprise
and shock she could not hide.
'It's your
fault I'm dead', I said with a scowl,
and waited to
hear her scream and howl.
'They tore
you to pieces,' she finally said,
'But standing
there, you don't look dead.'
'I came back
for revenge, to take your life for mine,
until you
started that riot, everything was fine!'
'You were a
tease, a snob, and a bore,
all ego and
bluster and nothing more.'
I took three
steps and came quite near
and now, at
last, I saw her fear.
She backed up
against the wall
stepped into
a wet spot and started to fall.
She hit her
head on the porcelain sink,
tumbled to
the floor before she had time to think.
Her skull
resounded with an audible crack
she lay,
limbs askew, upon her back.
The blood by
her head began to pool
and from
where I stood I could see her drool.
Over her body
I couldn't help but lurk;
her last
words were, 'Carter, you're still a jerk.'
The glowing
man appeared and took my new life away
'Sorry, you
failed... and dead you'll stay.'
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