Suzy’s Strange Saga
The more you think about it, chopping her up is likely just going to complicate things. Your goal is to get rid of her body as quickly as possible and really all you need to do that is drive her dead ass to the wilderness and dump it. You probably over thought this by bringing all that shit with you.
No matter, better to have it and not need it rather than the other way around.
You quickly search her body, but find nothing of interest. The purse that she dropped on the floor when you smashed her in the face contains all the important stuff, but you figure you’ll have to go through it when you have more time.
You go to the car grabbing the tape and tarps and return to the room. So far it’s still pretty quiet out there, you just hope it stays that way.
You begin rolling her up in one of the tarps and then wrap duct tape around her like mummy. You then roll her up in a second tarp, which you also tape up. It’s not exactly the neatest, but you believe you’ve got her firmly wrapped up tight.
You make the effort to clean up a little bit of the blood that was left on the motel carpet, you only got soap and water from the bathroom to work with, but it isn’t like you’re cleaning up brains and gore so you think you’re good.
You sit on the bed for a little while taking a break from your task thinking about which car you want to use. You suppose it doesn’t matter, though the sports car probably has a smaller trunk, then again you loaded up your own car with a bunch of stuff, so you’re probably going to have to rearrange stuff to make room.
You get up and using the car keys from the purse, you check out the sports car to see just how big the trunk is. After some inspection you decide that it’s probably just big enough for your purposes. It isn’t like it’s a big body after all.
You still think it might be a good idea to bury the body though, so you grab the shovel out of your car and put it in the backseat of the sports car.
“Okay Suzy, let’s do this.” You say to yourself and head back inside to get her body.
You pick up the body and it really isn’t easy. It isn’t like you’re literally carrying “your own weight” on a regular basis, not to mention a dead body is somewhat awkward to attempt to carry even if you do have it wrapped tight.
You get to the trunk of the sports car and start swearing when the body’s weight begins to take its toll and you even up dropping it on the cement before you can even attempt to get it into the trunk.
“Shit!” you exclaim and then quickly look around to see if anyone is watching or around. You’re still in luck that nobody is around. (You guess the hookers are really busy with their tricks tonight)
With some effort, you manage to pick the body back up and cram it into the trunk. Cram is definitely the correct word since you miscalculated and the trunk was slightly smaller than your thought. You actually have to lift your leg to stomp the body into the trunk before you can close it properly.
When you’re done with that, you go back into the room to make sure you haven’t forgotten anything and grab her purse before you leave.
As you start up the car and leave you figure you’ll drive north of town, drag her into the woods, find a good spot and start digging a hole. You have no idea how long that’s all going to take, but you imagine you’ll have to come up with another excuse for your parents about why you were out all night. You figure you’ll just make up something about Diana again. Never thought that bitch would come in so handy.
You also figure you’ll have to come back for your own car as well since it will look pretty strange coming back home with the silver one. You suppose when you finally stop “visiting” your parents you can always come back for the silver one and just abandon this one.
It’s all a lot to deal with still, and you’re already partially frustrated and tired from all the dead body lifting.
Thanks to this fatigue and the sports car going slightly faster than when you were driving the other one, you end up going past the designated speed limit in the area and misfortune strikes, you attract the attention of a hidden police vehicle. The sirens and blinking lights soon follow.
You curse loudly and briefly think about just speeding up and getting the hell out of town, but you instead remain calm. You have this Suzy’s ID and everything so as long as you don’t act suspicious, you’ll probably be fine. In fact, knowing the cops in this town, all you’ll have to do is flutter your eye lashes at them a bit and you’ll probably get let go with just a warning.
You slow down and pull over.
“Keep your head Suzy, you’re in the home stretch…” you say closing your eyes and trying to maintain your cool.
A tall and bulky cop soon comes out of the car and walks over to you. At first you figure it’s going to be a guy, but then your heart sinks when you see who it really is.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t baby sister.” Kelly remarks.
“Fuck.” You inadvertently exclaim, losing whatever composure you were attempting to have.
“Fuck? Now is that anyway to greet your big sister? I heard you were in town visiting mom and dad. What are you doing out so late breaking traffic laws?”
“I’m just coming back from an old friend’s house okay? And I wasn’t that much over the speed limit.”
“Rules are rules Suzy, but then you always DID think there was a separate set of rules for you didn’t you? Yeah, always the favorite getting your own way…”
You can’t believe this. Even in this reality, Kelly is still a fucking jealous bullying asshole to you. Some things never change.
Kelly notices you’re looking a little annoyed and anxious by her stop.
“What’s wrong Suzy? No pithy come back college girl?” Kelly asks.
“Look, you win Kelly, you got me. I obviously broke the law and you got me. Just write me the damn ticket already.” You remark.
“Not sure if I like your tone sis…in fact you’re acting a little odd. What old friend might have you been visiting anyway in this town? Figured when you moved away you were glad to leave everyone behind. Not to mention the only person I ever remember you hanging out with was Julie and I hear you’re not on speaking terms anymore.”
“Just some girl from school days I’ve had contact with over the Internet. I promised I would visit her. I’m just on my way back to mom and dad’s.”
“Ohhh, girl huh? This wouldn’t be some midnight booty call for you would it? Some old secret labia-licking friend you had when you were still in the closet? I thought you had a steady girlfriend. Guess more rules that you don’t give a shit about.”
You know you should keep your composure, but Kelly is really getting on your nerves.
“Are you going to give me the ticker or not?” you ask.
“I’ll give you this fucking baton up your ass if you don’t stop giving me shit! In fact why don’t you get the hell out of the car, you’re acting really suspicious.” Kelly remarks.
You sigh and shake your head.
“Of course. Nothing is ever easy for me.” you say and then you quickly turn the car back on.
“HEY! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! STOP!” Kelly shouts and grabs at the wheel while you attempt to drive off.
You manage to actually get a few feet before Kelly manages to grab the key out of the ignition. You punch Kelly in the face multiple times, but she’s undeterred in her job of arresting you.
Kelly returns your punches with a couple elbows to the face and then pulls you out of the car through the window.
“You’re in deep fucking shit now little sister. You just assaulted a goddamn officer of th…ugh!” Kelly grunts when you punch her as hard as you can in the crotch. It slows her down and you attempt to grab her pistol.
You manage to undue the snap of the holster, but Kelly stops you from getting and further with a knee to your face. Now SHE pulls out the pistol and points it directly at you.
“Suzy, I’m telling you to fucking stop or I WILL fucking shoot you!” Kelly warns.
You don’t stop though. Your grand plans have gone to shit once again and you’re a loser here just like you were a loser in your own world. You’re either going to get lucky and wrestle the gun away from Kelly, or she’s going to shoot you. One thing you’re not going to do is go to jail.
Kelly sensing her life is in genuine danger now, ignores all the pain she’s in and no longer treats you like her “sister” and starts treating you like a dangerous criminal which you actually are at this point.
Kelly shoots you once in the chest, dropping you instantly. You strongly get the impression that she COULD have easily stopped you without a fatal shot, but you imagine that Kelly being herself probably saw this as a perfect opportunity.
“I fucking told you sis.” Kelly remarks.
“(cough) I’m not your fucking sister, asshole. She’s in the goddamn trunk…” you laugh while still coughing up blood at the same time.
Your last moments are looking the confused look on Kelly’s face before she radios for back up and an ambulance.
No matter, better to have it and not need it rather than the other way around.
You quickly search her body, but find nothing of interest. The purse that she dropped on the floor when you smashed her in the face contains all the important stuff, but you figure you’ll have to go through it when you have more time.
You go to the car grabbing the tape and tarps and return to the room. So far it’s still pretty quiet out there, you just hope it stays that way.
You begin rolling her up in one of the tarps and then wrap duct tape around her like mummy. You then roll her up in a second tarp, which you also tape up. It’s not exactly the neatest, but you believe you’ve got her firmly wrapped up tight.
You make the effort to clean up a little bit of the blood that was left on the motel carpet, you only got soap and water from the bathroom to work with, but it isn’t like you’re cleaning up brains and gore so you think you’re good.
You sit on the bed for a little while taking a break from your task thinking about which car you want to use. You suppose it doesn’t matter, though the sports car probably has a smaller trunk, then again you loaded up your own car with a bunch of stuff, so you’re probably going to have to rearrange stuff to make room.
You get up and using the car keys from the purse, you check out the sports car to see just how big the trunk is. After some inspection you decide that it’s probably just big enough for your purposes. It isn’t like it’s a big body after all.
You still think it might be a good idea to bury the body though, so you grab the shovel out of your car and put it in the backseat of the sports car.
“Okay Suzy, let’s do this.” You say to yourself and head back inside to get her body.
You pick up the body and it really isn’t easy. It isn’t like you’re literally carrying “your own weight” on a regular basis, not to mention a dead body is somewhat awkward to attempt to carry even if you do have it wrapped tight.
You get to the trunk of the sports car and start swearing when the body’s weight begins to take its toll and you even up dropping it on the cement before you can even attempt to get it into the trunk.
“Shit!” you exclaim and then quickly look around to see if anyone is watching or around. You’re still in luck that nobody is around. (You guess the hookers are really busy with their tricks tonight)
With some effort, you manage to pick the body back up and cram it into the trunk. Cram is definitely the correct word since you miscalculated and the trunk was slightly smaller than your thought. You actually have to lift your leg to stomp the body into the trunk before you can close it properly.
When you’re done with that, you go back into the room to make sure you haven’t forgotten anything and grab her purse before you leave.
As you start up the car and leave you figure you’ll drive north of town, drag her into the woods, find a good spot and start digging a hole. You have no idea how long that’s all going to take, but you imagine you’ll have to come up with another excuse for your parents about why you were out all night. You figure you’ll just make up something about Diana again. Never thought that bitch would come in so handy.
You also figure you’ll have to come back for your own car as well since it will look pretty strange coming back home with the silver one. You suppose when you finally stop “visiting” your parents you can always come back for the silver one and just abandon this one.
It’s all a lot to deal with still, and you’re already partially frustrated and tired from all the dead body lifting.
Thanks to this fatigue and the sports car going slightly faster than when you were driving the other one, you end up going past the designated speed limit in the area and misfortune strikes, you attract the attention of a hidden police vehicle. The sirens and blinking lights soon follow.
You curse loudly and briefly think about just speeding up and getting the hell out of town, but you instead remain calm. You have this Suzy’s ID and everything so as long as you don’t act suspicious, you’ll probably be fine. In fact, knowing the cops in this town, all you’ll have to do is flutter your eye lashes at them a bit and you’ll probably get let go with just a warning.
You slow down and pull over.
“Keep your head Suzy, you’re in the home stretch…” you say closing your eyes and trying to maintain your cool.
A tall and bulky cop soon comes out of the car and walks over to you. At first you figure it’s going to be a guy, but then your heart sinks when you see who it really is.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t baby sister.” Kelly remarks.
“Fuck.” You inadvertently exclaim, losing whatever composure you were attempting to have.
“Fuck? Now is that anyway to greet your big sister? I heard you were in town visiting mom and dad. What are you doing out so late breaking traffic laws?”
“I’m just coming back from an old friend’s house okay? And I wasn’t that much over the speed limit.”
“Rules are rules Suzy, but then you always DID think there was a separate set of rules for you didn’t you? Yeah, always the favorite getting your own way…”
You can’t believe this. Even in this reality, Kelly is still a fucking jealous bullying asshole to you. Some things never change.
Kelly notices you’re looking a little annoyed and anxious by her stop.
“What’s wrong Suzy? No pithy come back college girl?” Kelly asks.
“Look, you win Kelly, you got me. I obviously broke the law and you got me. Just write me the damn ticket already.” You remark.
“Not sure if I like your tone sis…in fact you’re acting a little odd. What old friend might have you been visiting anyway in this town? Figured when you moved away you were glad to leave everyone behind. Not to mention the only person I ever remember you hanging out with was Julie and I hear you’re not on speaking terms anymore.”
“Just some girl from school days I’ve had contact with over the Internet. I promised I would visit her. I’m just on my way back to mom and dad’s.”
“Ohhh, girl huh? This wouldn’t be some midnight booty call for you would it? Some old secret labia-licking friend you had when you were still in the closet? I thought you had a steady girlfriend. Guess more rules that you don’t give a shit about.”
You know you should keep your composure, but Kelly is really getting on your nerves.
“Are you going to give me the ticker or not?” you ask.
“I’ll give you this fucking baton up your ass if you don’t stop giving me shit! In fact why don’t you get the hell out of the car, you’re acting really suspicious.” Kelly remarks.
You sigh and shake your head.
“Of course. Nothing is ever easy for me.” you say and then you quickly turn the car back on.
“HEY! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! STOP!” Kelly shouts and grabs at the wheel while you attempt to drive off.
You manage to actually get a few feet before Kelly manages to grab the key out of the ignition. You punch Kelly in the face multiple times, but she’s undeterred in her job of arresting you.
Kelly returns your punches with a couple elbows to the face and then pulls you out of the car through the window.
“You’re in deep fucking shit now little sister. You just assaulted a goddamn officer of th…ugh!” Kelly grunts when you punch her as hard as you can in the crotch. It slows her down and you attempt to grab her pistol.
You manage to undue the snap of the holster, but Kelly stops you from getting and further with a knee to your face. Now SHE pulls out the pistol and points it directly at you.
“Suzy, I’m telling you to fucking stop or I WILL fucking shoot you!” Kelly warns.
You don’t stop though. Your grand plans have gone to shit once again and you’re a loser here just like you were a loser in your own world. You’re either going to get lucky and wrestle the gun away from Kelly, or she’s going to shoot you. One thing you’re not going to do is go to jail.
Kelly sensing her life is in genuine danger now, ignores all the pain she’s in and no longer treats you like her “sister” and starts treating you like a dangerous criminal which you actually are at this point.
Kelly shoots you once in the chest, dropping you instantly. You strongly get the impression that she COULD have easily stopped you without a fatal shot, but you imagine that Kelly being herself probably saw this as a perfect opportunity.
“I fucking told you sis.” Kelly remarks.
“(cough) I’m not your fucking sister, asshole. She’s in the goddamn trunk…” you laugh while still coughing up blood at the same time.
Your last moments are looking the confused look on Kelly’s face before she radios for back up and an ambulance.
