Suzy’s Strange Saga
If you’re going to do this, it’s better that you do it away from the house. There is exactly one motel in this town anyway so it’ll be real easy to find her.
“I’m sorry dear, but your father has been a bit jumpy lately due to a recent string of burglaries. I wouldn’t want him suddenly pulling a shotgun on you just because you’re knocking on the door in the middle of the night. Nevermind the fact he’ll be pretty grumpy anyway. He hasn’t been sleeping well as you might expect.” You answer.
“Yikes! Well I guess maybe I should stay at the motel then, I don’t want to cause grief. The Jinn Inn is still open right?” she says.
“Yep, as far as I know.” You answer.
“Okay, guess I’m staying there. Ugh, just hate the idea of staying there due to it being so dirty looking. It’s like one step up from that awful trailer park outside of town. I dunno how that place has stayed open so long.”
“Well the hookers in town need to ply their trade somewhere.”
“Mom! I’ve never heard you talk like that before!” She exclaims.
“Well I’m not a prude dear, despite what you might think of me.”
“Mom, I don’t think you’re a prude. I know you’re very open-minded. You’re just usually pretty reserved with how your talk.”
“Well I’m full of surprises, just like you are. Where do you think you got it from?”
“Hah, guess you’re right. Okay then, I suppose I shouldn’t really talk so much while I drive. I guess I’ll be seeing you on Saturday after all. Give my love to dad.”
“I will dear.”
“I love you mom.”
“I love you too Suzy.” You say before hanging up.
You don’t have much time, you have to prepare and make a plan of what you’re going to do.
“Did I hear you on the phone out here?” you mother says walking into the kitchen.
“Huh? Oh, yeah just someone trying to sell something. They were really persistent.” You reply.
“I can tell, you hardly cut up any of the carrots.”
“Sorry, I guess I got caught up in telling them to never call here again. I should have just hung up I suppose.”
“No worries, I’ve gotten directly angry at those telemarketer types too.”
“Hey mom, I’ve got some things I left here that I want to get and I know they’re probably in my room somewhere or maybe even the basement, you don’t mind if I go take care of that do you?”
“No, not at all. We can talk later. Let me know if you’re looking for something in particular. I might know where it is.”
“I will mom.”
You head to your room to try to formulate a plan. You figure the easiest way to do this is to hang out near or around the motel parking lot and watch for a silver sports car. When you see what room she goes to, you can just blitz attack her as she’s attempting to open it up and take care of her in the motel room itself. You just need to be quick.
So, now that you have her, now you have to kill her. You’re going to need something quick and not noisy. A knife you suppose, but that might take more than one stab unless you cut her throat or something. The bat you got from the Gray Building might work, if you smash her in the head multiple times. The thing is you don’t want is to splatter a bunch of blood all over the place. The Jinn Inn might be shady and dirty enough that a few blood spots on their carpets aren’t going to raise an eyebrow, but if you make it look like the chainsaw massacre, you will cause attention and it isn’t like you’re going to have all the time in the world to clean it up. The goal is to make the kill and replace her as efficiently as possible.
Which brings you to the idea of how you’re going to dispose of the body since you can’t just leave a dead doppelganger of yourself in the motel room. You’re definitely going to have to haul it out into the wilderness-surrounding town. Dragging it to one of the trunks of the car is going to be the most difficult part. (You still aren’t sure which one you’ll take) Dragging her body out might be less risky if you at least wrapped it in something; you think you saw some things in the basement that might come in useful.
Once you get the body into the trunk though, you just need to drive far enough away so it isn’t discovered. Even if it is, maybe you should mutilate the face so it can’t be identified. Pull out the teeth?
Your murder plans are temporarily broken up by your thoughts of Bobby. You didn’t often speak to Bobby about his “religious practices”, but in the few times you dared to ask questions, he did explain helpfully about how he went about things. You never dreamed that such knowledge might come in handy.
You make a mental note of everything you might need. You grab an old duffle bag out of the closet and fill it with some of her old clothing from her drawers. You figure you’re probably going to need new clothing to wear after your grim work.
When you head downstairs you find that dad has returned.
“Hey Suzy, where are you off to?”
“Oh just putting some stuff of mine in the car, hey dad I was thinking about painting my place when I get back home. I noticed some old tarps and blankets in the basement, you wouldn’t mind if I took those would you?” you ask.
“Oh no, go ahead. Take whatever you might need.” He says.
You head to your car and throw the duffle bag in, then you return to the house and head down into the basement.
You grab some of the folded up tarps and then you notice some of the old tools and other junk down here. Are you going to need an axe to chop up the body? Maybe you should take a shovel to bury it in the wilderness? You remember they stuffed a body into a luggage case in one movie…
“Fuck it, I’m still not sure what I’m going to do, I better just take all this shit. Dad did say to help myself.” You say and make a couple trips up and down the basement, loading up your car with tools, tape, bags, and tarps in the process. (And being to keep the shovel and axe hidden within the tarps since the last thing you need is a question about why you might need those)
By the time you’re done, you’re about ready to go do the deed right now, but it’s still too early. Besides, you can’t just disappear for all day and night, your parents would wonder. You’re going to have to come up with an excuse of why you’re going to be gone.
As you’re piecing together an excuse, when you get back in the house your mom sees and addresses you again.
“You going to have dinner with us in a half hour or so?” she asks.
“…yes…of course. I have to leave though afterwards.”
“Leave? You just got here!”
“I don’t mean leave to go back to Security City, I just mean…well I’ve been in contact with a former school friend through the Internet and she’s sort of been going through some tough times. I promised I’d meet up with her when I was visiting.”
“Oh…well I certainly understand. Who was this friend? Do I know her? Though I suppose I only ever remember Julie due to you two hanging together a lot.”
You very briefly blank on making up a name on the spot, however you do come up with one rather quickly.
“Um, Diana. Her name was Diana Morningstar. She never came over here, since her parents were always a bit strict, but I always got along with her in school. She wasn’t very popular, but I always felt a bit sorry for her so I was sort of her only real friend. Though I imagine she probably put more stock into it than I did, I mean I was still just a shallow kid at the time and wanted to hang out with Julie since we could have fun together like normal young teens. I sort of lost contact with her when her parents pulled her out of school altogether and home schooled her. I think they were religious nuts.”
Your mother just shakes her head.
“See, parents like that just shouldn’t have children. That’s a shame. Well I’m glad to hear that you showed that girl a bit of kindness. I’m sure she’s glad you’re in contact again and will be happy to see you. You always were thoughtful.” Your mother says and then mentions that you should take a spare key for the house from the desk in the front room just in case you come home late and they’re already asleep.
Eventually it’s dinnertime and you have dinner with your mom and dad. Through a bit of conversation you do learn a little more about your “life” here and through careful weaving and quick thinking, you manage to navigate through questions you might not otherwise know the answers to. To be honest though, you’re only just barely paying attention to any of it, because you’re so preoccupied.
While you’re apparently calm on the outside, you’re really a ball of nervous energy and as soon as dinner is over you nearly rush out of the house, though you do grab the spare house key for appearances.
You say goodbye to your parents and leave the house. It’s night, but it’s still too early for her to be at the motel yet, well at least you hope that’s the case since that will change up your plans of how to get to her.
You spend a bit of time driving around trying to put yourself in the mind frame to do this. You can’t afford to choke; this is a life or death decision quite literally. You need to do this for your future life here. The life that you deserved…but why are you so much more deserving? Didn’t this Suzy work hard to get what she got even if she had a few advantages? Are you just too overwhelmed with jealousy? How can you genuinely desire to find the inner strength to kill?
“For fuck’s sake Suzy, you were going out with a cultist for fuck’s sake and you had no problem with him killing people! Is this really all that surprising?” you exclaim to yourself.
Maybe this is genetic. Maybe you take after Uncle Ed. (Who you learned didn’t exist in this reality when your mom mentioned being an only child at dinner) Maybe it was your fucked up upbringing. Maybe it was your environment. Maybe there was always darkness in you and you were just too damn lazy for it ever to fully thrive.
Well it’s thriving now. Is it ever. You’ve got more motivation than you ever have before. Maybe it’s because there is so much at stake. Maybe it’s because on some level you actually hate yourself and by killing this Suzy, well it’s like killing yourself without the actual downside of dying.
Whatever the reason, you can’t waste anymore time thinking about whether this is right or wrong. Your life hasn’t exactly been “right” for a very long time, but if everything goes according to plan, your life will be getting there.
Well at least that’s how you’re convincing yourself this time around. Just like you’ve convinced yourself of several other things this week, you succeed in convincing yourself of this too. It’s getting a lot easier.
You stop driving around town and finally head to the motel. You’ll wait the rest of the time out in the parking lot.
When you get to the Jinn Inn, it isn’t quite as bad as the one in your reality, but you definitely see some shady characters popping into the rooms. You see no sign of a silver sports car though and you do take the time to check. She’s not here yet so you just park in a strategic location where you can see all the traffic coming in and out. When she arrives, you’ll definitely see her.
Hours pass, but you never lose focus. And eventually your vigilance pays off. You see a silver sports car. It actually isn’t as fancy as you thought it might be, probably was bought used, but it’s certainly more than you ever had.
You watch her park close to the motel rooms and then you see her get out of the car. She’s dressed in casual clothing and carries a small purse, but when you watch her walk to the motel check in office, you notice she carries herself with an air of self-confidence. It’s like it doesn’t matter that the area she’s around is shit, she knows she’s better and isn’t at all intimidated by the element here.
It is at this moment you grab your baseball bat and get out of the car still keeping an eye out and crouching down behind the vehicles. Fortunately nobody else happens to be lingering around the lot at the moment. Hopefully it stays that way.
You soon see her come out of the check in office and as stealthily as you can you run over behind more cars and get closer. You watch where she walks to and continue to keep a look out for anyone else that might suddenly pop up. You just need to stay hidden as you follow her and then rush her when she finally opens up her room. You silently thank your luck for once since she seems to not be very aware of her surroundings and only focuses on heading towards her room.
“Stupid, arrogant bitch…” you say to yourself.
Your stalking soon ends when you see her reach her room. It’s a perfect opening too. Nobody is around and she fumbles with the keys a bit giving you time to get closer before making that mad sprint as soon as she opens her room… and then you strike.
Your target opens the door and enters her room. She turns around to close the door just in time to see you up close in front of her hitting her with face with the bat. It isn’t a full swing, but rather a hard “poke”, but it’s enough to break her nose and cause her to go falling to the floor.
You quickly slam the door shut behind you and you briefly think about beating her brains in with the bat, but then you realize that will probably be messy.
“You…” is all she manages to get out before you kick her in the face to shut her up. Then you pounce on top of her and after turning her over, you use the bat sideways and you press it up against her throat as hard as you can as you pull back.
She gasps and struggles for her life, but it’s no use, your determination to kill her is much stronger than her abilities to fight for her life.
“Shhhhh…just let go….just let go…everything is going to work out and your parents won’t be losing a daughter at all. Just let go….” You whisper.
Soon you hear a crunching sound of perhaps crushing bones in her neck or her windpipe or something. Whatever it is, her struggle temporarily becomes more violent and jerky with her limbs attempting to flail about. It almost feels like you’re riding her like a wild pony, but soon this outburst is muted and then nothing.
Suzy collapses dying with her face partially in a small puddle of her blood and spital, leaving you sitting on top of a corpse’s back. You eventually stand up taking in what you’ve done. You’re hot and sweaty, but strangely invigorated.
“(Whew) And I thought I was going to choke.” you say and then start to chuckle at your own dark joke.
Well the first part of the deed is done, now comes the more labor inducing part. Getting rid of her body.
You’ve actually managed to keep the mess to a minimum by choking her to death, so you’re wondering if you shouldn’t just grab the tarps from the car, roll her ass up in them, duct tape it together and take her to the trunk.
She might be your size, (Okay slightly lighter) but it isn’t like you’re used to carrying bodies around. While there wasn’t anyone out there, the last thing you need is someone seeing you fumbling around with a body, even one wrapped in a tarp.
If you wanted to play it safe, you suppose you could drag her to the bathroom and chop her up in the bathtub. It will definitely take longer and you might make more of a mess, but you could always carry her out in several pieces in that big luggage bag you brought with you.
“I’m sorry dear, but your father has been a bit jumpy lately due to a recent string of burglaries. I wouldn’t want him suddenly pulling a shotgun on you just because you’re knocking on the door in the middle of the night. Nevermind the fact he’ll be pretty grumpy anyway. He hasn’t been sleeping well as you might expect.” You answer.
“Yikes! Well I guess maybe I should stay at the motel then, I don’t want to cause grief. The Jinn Inn is still open right?” she says.
“Yep, as far as I know.” You answer.
“Okay, guess I’m staying there. Ugh, just hate the idea of staying there due to it being so dirty looking. It’s like one step up from that awful trailer park outside of town. I dunno how that place has stayed open so long.”
“Well the hookers in town need to ply their trade somewhere.”
“Mom! I’ve never heard you talk like that before!” She exclaims.
“Well I’m not a prude dear, despite what you might think of me.”
“Mom, I don’t think you’re a prude. I know you’re very open-minded. You’re just usually pretty reserved with how your talk.”
“Well I’m full of surprises, just like you are. Where do you think you got it from?”
“Hah, guess you’re right. Okay then, I suppose I shouldn’t really talk so much while I drive. I guess I’ll be seeing you on Saturday after all. Give my love to dad.”
“I will dear.”
“I love you mom.”
“I love you too Suzy.” You say before hanging up.
You don’t have much time, you have to prepare and make a plan of what you’re going to do.
“Did I hear you on the phone out here?” you mother says walking into the kitchen.
“Huh? Oh, yeah just someone trying to sell something. They were really persistent.” You reply.
“I can tell, you hardly cut up any of the carrots.”
“Sorry, I guess I got caught up in telling them to never call here again. I should have just hung up I suppose.”
“No worries, I’ve gotten directly angry at those telemarketer types too.”
“Hey mom, I’ve got some things I left here that I want to get and I know they’re probably in my room somewhere or maybe even the basement, you don’t mind if I go take care of that do you?”
“No, not at all. We can talk later. Let me know if you’re looking for something in particular. I might know where it is.”
“I will mom.”
You head to your room to try to formulate a plan. You figure the easiest way to do this is to hang out near or around the motel parking lot and watch for a silver sports car. When you see what room she goes to, you can just blitz attack her as she’s attempting to open it up and take care of her in the motel room itself. You just need to be quick.
So, now that you have her, now you have to kill her. You’re going to need something quick and not noisy. A knife you suppose, but that might take more than one stab unless you cut her throat or something. The bat you got from the Gray Building might work, if you smash her in the head multiple times. The thing is you don’t want is to splatter a bunch of blood all over the place. The Jinn Inn might be shady and dirty enough that a few blood spots on their carpets aren’t going to raise an eyebrow, but if you make it look like the chainsaw massacre, you will cause attention and it isn’t like you’re going to have all the time in the world to clean it up. The goal is to make the kill and replace her as efficiently as possible.
Which brings you to the idea of how you’re going to dispose of the body since you can’t just leave a dead doppelganger of yourself in the motel room. You’re definitely going to have to haul it out into the wilderness-surrounding town. Dragging it to one of the trunks of the car is going to be the most difficult part. (You still aren’t sure which one you’ll take) Dragging her body out might be less risky if you at least wrapped it in something; you think you saw some things in the basement that might come in useful.
Once you get the body into the trunk though, you just need to drive far enough away so it isn’t discovered. Even if it is, maybe you should mutilate the face so it can’t be identified. Pull out the teeth?
Your murder plans are temporarily broken up by your thoughts of Bobby. You didn’t often speak to Bobby about his “religious practices”, but in the few times you dared to ask questions, he did explain helpfully about how he went about things. You never dreamed that such knowledge might come in handy.
You make a mental note of everything you might need. You grab an old duffle bag out of the closet and fill it with some of her old clothing from her drawers. You figure you’re probably going to need new clothing to wear after your grim work.
When you head downstairs you find that dad has returned.
“Hey Suzy, where are you off to?”
“Oh just putting some stuff of mine in the car, hey dad I was thinking about painting my place when I get back home. I noticed some old tarps and blankets in the basement, you wouldn’t mind if I took those would you?” you ask.
“Oh no, go ahead. Take whatever you might need.” He says.
You head to your car and throw the duffle bag in, then you return to the house and head down into the basement.
You grab some of the folded up tarps and then you notice some of the old tools and other junk down here. Are you going to need an axe to chop up the body? Maybe you should take a shovel to bury it in the wilderness? You remember they stuffed a body into a luggage case in one movie…
“Fuck it, I’m still not sure what I’m going to do, I better just take all this shit. Dad did say to help myself.” You say and make a couple trips up and down the basement, loading up your car with tools, tape, bags, and tarps in the process. (And being to keep the shovel and axe hidden within the tarps since the last thing you need is a question about why you might need those)
By the time you’re done, you’re about ready to go do the deed right now, but it’s still too early. Besides, you can’t just disappear for all day and night, your parents would wonder. You’re going to have to come up with an excuse of why you’re going to be gone.
As you’re piecing together an excuse, when you get back in the house your mom sees and addresses you again.
“You going to have dinner with us in a half hour or so?” she asks.
“…yes…of course. I have to leave though afterwards.”
“Leave? You just got here!”
“I don’t mean leave to go back to Security City, I just mean…well I’ve been in contact with a former school friend through the Internet and she’s sort of been going through some tough times. I promised I’d meet up with her when I was visiting.”
“Oh…well I certainly understand. Who was this friend? Do I know her? Though I suppose I only ever remember Julie due to you two hanging together a lot.”
You very briefly blank on making up a name on the spot, however you do come up with one rather quickly.
“Um, Diana. Her name was Diana Morningstar. She never came over here, since her parents were always a bit strict, but I always got along with her in school. She wasn’t very popular, but I always felt a bit sorry for her so I was sort of her only real friend. Though I imagine she probably put more stock into it than I did, I mean I was still just a shallow kid at the time and wanted to hang out with Julie since we could have fun together like normal young teens. I sort of lost contact with her when her parents pulled her out of school altogether and home schooled her. I think they were religious nuts.”
Your mother just shakes her head.
“See, parents like that just shouldn’t have children. That’s a shame. Well I’m glad to hear that you showed that girl a bit of kindness. I’m sure she’s glad you’re in contact again and will be happy to see you. You always were thoughtful.” Your mother says and then mentions that you should take a spare key for the house from the desk in the front room just in case you come home late and they’re already asleep.
Eventually it’s dinnertime and you have dinner with your mom and dad. Through a bit of conversation you do learn a little more about your “life” here and through careful weaving and quick thinking, you manage to navigate through questions you might not otherwise know the answers to. To be honest though, you’re only just barely paying attention to any of it, because you’re so preoccupied.
While you’re apparently calm on the outside, you’re really a ball of nervous energy and as soon as dinner is over you nearly rush out of the house, though you do grab the spare house key for appearances.
You say goodbye to your parents and leave the house. It’s night, but it’s still too early for her to be at the motel yet, well at least you hope that’s the case since that will change up your plans of how to get to her.
You spend a bit of time driving around trying to put yourself in the mind frame to do this. You can’t afford to choke; this is a life or death decision quite literally. You need to do this for your future life here. The life that you deserved…but why are you so much more deserving? Didn’t this Suzy work hard to get what she got even if she had a few advantages? Are you just too overwhelmed with jealousy? How can you genuinely desire to find the inner strength to kill?
“For fuck’s sake Suzy, you were going out with a cultist for fuck’s sake and you had no problem with him killing people! Is this really all that surprising?” you exclaim to yourself.
Maybe this is genetic. Maybe you take after Uncle Ed. (Who you learned didn’t exist in this reality when your mom mentioned being an only child at dinner) Maybe it was your fucked up upbringing. Maybe it was your environment. Maybe there was always darkness in you and you were just too damn lazy for it ever to fully thrive.
Well it’s thriving now. Is it ever. You’ve got more motivation than you ever have before. Maybe it’s because there is so much at stake. Maybe it’s because on some level you actually hate yourself and by killing this Suzy, well it’s like killing yourself without the actual downside of dying.
Whatever the reason, you can’t waste anymore time thinking about whether this is right or wrong. Your life hasn’t exactly been “right” for a very long time, but if everything goes according to plan, your life will be getting there.
Well at least that’s how you’re convincing yourself this time around. Just like you’ve convinced yourself of several other things this week, you succeed in convincing yourself of this too. It’s getting a lot easier.
You stop driving around town and finally head to the motel. You’ll wait the rest of the time out in the parking lot.
When you get to the Jinn Inn, it isn’t quite as bad as the one in your reality, but you definitely see some shady characters popping into the rooms. You see no sign of a silver sports car though and you do take the time to check. She’s not here yet so you just park in a strategic location where you can see all the traffic coming in and out. When she arrives, you’ll definitely see her.
Hours pass, but you never lose focus. And eventually your vigilance pays off. You see a silver sports car. It actually isn’t as fancy as you thought it might be, probably was bought used, but it’s certainly more than you ever had.
You watch her park close to the motel rooms and then you see her get out of the car. She’s dressed in casual clothing and carries a small purse, but when you watch her walk to the motel check in office, you notice she carries herself with an air of self-confidence. It’s like it doesn’t matter that the area she’s around is shit, she knows she’s better and isn’t at all intimidated by the element here.
It is at this moment you grab your baseball bat and get out of the car still keeping an eye out and crouching down behind the vehicles. Fortunately nobody else happens to be lingering around the lot at the moment. Hopefully it stays that way.
You soon see her come out of the check in office and as stealthily as you can you run over behind more cars and get closer. You watch where she walks to and continue to keep a look out for anyone else that might suddenly pop up. You just need to stay hidden as you follow her and then rush her when she finally opens up her room. You silently thank your luck for once since she seems to not be very aware of her surroundings and only focuses on heading towards her room.
“Stupid, arrogant bitch…” you say to yourself.
Your stalking soon ends when you see her reach her room. It’s a perfect opening too. Nobody is around and she fumbles with the keys a bit giving you time to get closer before making that mad sprint as soon as she opens her room… and then you strike.
Your target opens the door and enters her room. She turns around to close the door just in time to see you up close in front of her hitting her with face with the bat. It isn’t a full swing, but rather a hard “poke”, but it’s enough to break her nose and cause her to go falling to the floor.
You quickly slam the door shut behind you and you briefly think about beating her brains in with the bat, but then you realize that will probably be messy.
“You…” is all she manages to get out before you kick her in the face to shut her up. Then you pounce on top of her and after turning her over, you use the bat sideways and you press it up against her throat as hard as you can as you pull back.
She gasps and struggles for her life, but it’s no use, your determination to kill her is much stronger than her abilities to fight for her life.
“Shhhhh…just let go….just let go…everything is going to work out and your parents won’t be losing a daughter at all. Just let go….” You whisper.
Soon you hear a crunching sound of perhaps crushing bones in her neck or her windpipe or something. Whatever it is, her struggle temporarily becomes more violent and jerky with her limbs attempting to flail about. It almost feels like you’re riding her like a wild pony, but soon this outburst is muted and then nothing.
Suzy collapses dying with her face partially in a small puddle of her blood and spital, leaving you sitting on top of a corpse’s back. You eventually stand up taking in what you’ve done. You’re hot and sweaty, but strangely invigorated.
“(Whew) And I thought I was going to choke.” you say and then start to chuckle at your own dark joke.
Well the first part of the deed is done, now comes the more labor inducing part. Getting rid of her body.
You’ve actually managed to keep the mess to a minimum by choking her to death, so you’re wondering if you shouldn’t just grab the tarps from the car, roll her ass up in them, duct tape it together and take her to the trunk.
She might be your size, (Okay slightly lighter) but it isn’t like you’re used to carrying bodies around. While there wasn’t anyone out there, the last thing you need is someone seeing you fumbling around with a body, even one wrapped in a tarp.
If you wanted to play it safe, you suppose you could drag her to the bathroom and chop her up in the bathtub. It will definitely take longer and you might make more of a mess, but you could always carry her out in several pieces in that big luggage bag you brought with you.