Suzy’s Strange Saga
If you’re going to do this, you need to do this right. In fact the more you think about it, this isn’t going to be done in one day. However, you can get some of it done tonight if you stay focused.
Sure, you’re going to have to come up with a few excuses to your parents of why you were out all night, but you can think them up while you’re taking care of this.
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 can go through it more thoroughly later.
The first thing you do is leave the room and head directly to the check in office. When you enter you see a slovenly man watching a tv. His leering eyes turn your way and you have no doubt he thinks you’re the same woman from earlier.
“Hey, I’m gonna need that room a little longer.” You say.
“Business that good huh?” he snorts.
“Very funny, look how much for two more days?”
“Same price you see on the fucking sign above my head.”
“Oh, well I guess I didn’t see it since I was so mesmerized what with you being such a stud and all.” You say sarcastically while pulling out a couple hundreds out of your pocket.
You toss the money at him dismissively, but he takes it without question.
“Keep the change and I don’t want anyone disturbing me until its time to check out, got it? That means no house keeping ladies or shit knocking at my door.” You say.
“House keeping ladies? Pfft, no problem there. I got one and she barely does her fucking job as it is. If I wasn’t married to her I would’ve fired her years ago.” The man says and returns to his show.
You then head to your car where you start bringing in several of the various objects you brought from the house. Takes you a couple trips, but you don’t have any trouble.
The motel bathroom is fortunately bigger than you expected it to be, it’s also a lot dirtier than you expected it to be. Of course now you’re not so much worried about making a mess so much as you’re afraid you’re going to catch hepatitis just being in the damn place.
You lay down tarps on the floor and in the bathtub then you drag her body in. You go grab the axe and study it a bit; hoping that it’s sharp enough that you won’t need to struggle with the whole dismemberment task.
Standing over her body with an axe is a little surreal to you, but you need to stop dwelling on how weird this all is and get on with it.
“Here we go.” You say and swing the axe…
Chopping up the body is a mixed feeling. On one hand you’re completely at peace with the deed and everything that goes along with it. The blood and gore isn’t even all that bad since you’ve gotten a bit accustomed to that, but it’s the smell that’s making you feel a little sick.
You actually have to stop chopping for a moment because you can’t stop gagging. Eventually you just give in and throw up in the toilet nearby. Afterwards, you’re more or less fine. It still isn’t nearly as bad as that fucked up reality warping tentacle monster shadow abominations you had to endure during your time in the Gray Building. You never want to experience something like that again.
By the time you’re finished, you’ve got severed parts waiting to be wrapped up. You got most of the bloody mess on the tarps, so that’s one less thing to worry about you suppose. You’ll have to dispose of the bloody clothing you’re wearing though.
Getting naked, you return to your large luggage case, which you placed on the bed and open it up to retrieve all the trash bags you took along with the duct tape.
The wrapping and taping is probably more time consuming than the chopping up part. You don’t really have too many problems except when it comes to the torso which is not fun to deal with since it’s still heavy and blood is leaking everywhere from it.
Eventually you get everything in order and before you know it, you’ve got several body parts wrapped fairly tightly in bags and they don’t seem to be leaking either. After washing your hands and arms a bit, you grab the luggage case from the next room.
It takes some effort and squeezing, but you just barely manage to fit all of the parts in the case. After carefully moving the tarps to drain the blood in the tub, you then fold them up and squeeze them in too, along with your blood drenched clothing. The luggage case itself is made of solid material and you’re confident there won’t be any leakage, but just dragging it back into the main room takes some effort. It definitely isn’t going to be easy to shove into the car trunk.
Next you spend a little time cleaning up a few places where the blood spilled on the floor or splattered on the wall. Most of this was in the bathroom and is relativity easy to get rid of, though you do spend some time scrubbing the carpet a bit where you first choked her out.
After you’re done with all of that, you take a shower, which also gets rid of the blood already in the tub. You briefly feel a little like that infamous countess that bathed in the blood of young girls to maintain her youth.
Getting dressed in a new set of clothing you brought in the duffle bag, you finally collapse on the bed not caring how filthy it may or may not be.
“Ahhh…shit…” you say to yourself as fatigue sets in.
You take this opportunity to go a bit through the purse now, starting with the phone. You check the time and see that it’s practically getting up for morning.
You figure you’ll sleep here for what remains of the night and tomorrow you’ll take the remains to the wilderness and find a good spot to bury them. You imagine your mom will call you at some point, possibly even waking you up. You figure you’ll tell her you had a few drinks with Diana and you didn’t want to risk driving home. She’ll understand that even if she might not approve.
You also figure you’ll take the blue car when you drive. The shovel is still in that one and you might very well have to stop off at your parent’s house first for some reason anyway if they really make a fuss to want to see you immediately. Better you don’t have to park around the block or something just so you don’t arouse suspicion. You’ll definitely be abandoning the blue one and taking the silver one back when you leave town and head back to Security City though.
And that’s just some of what you have to do for tomorrow. You’ll be able to do it though as long as you stay focused on your goals like you have been doing.
As you begin to drift off, your thoughts briefly focus on Bobby. Seems weird to think of him even now after all you’ve been through this week. You wonder if his family lives in town? Are they still cultists or are they normal?
You have no idea, there is going to be a lot to learn from this reality, but you can only dwell on “your” Bobby and what he might think. You certainly are a far cry from that “good girl” he rescued so long ago. He probably would be proud of you right now.
You know he’s out of your life forever now, but you still can’t help feel a little sad about it.
“I still wonder if being with you influenced me or what I just did was within me all along. Either way I guess if I stayed with you earlier this week…maybe…maybe… we could have made it work after all. Another reality perhaps…” you say and close your eyes.
Sure, you’re going to have to come up with a few excuses to your parents of why you were out all night, but you can think them up while you’re taking care of this.
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 can go through it more thoroughly later.
The first thing you do is leave the room and head directly to the check in office. When you enter you see a slovenly man watching a tv. His leering eyes turn your way and you have no doubt he thinks you’re the same woman from earlier.
“Hey, I’m gonna need that room a little longer.” You say.
“Business that good huh?” he snorts.
“Very funny, look how much for two more days?”
“Same price you see on the fucking sign above my head.”
“Oh, well I guess I didn’t see it since I was so mesmerized what with you being such a stud and all.” You say sarcastically while pulling out a couple hundreds out of your pocket.
You toss the money at him dismissively, but he takes it without question.
“Keep the change and I don’t want anyone disturbing me until its time to check out, got it? That means no house keeping ladies or shit knocking at my door.” You say.
“House keeping ladies? Pfft, no problem there. I got one and she barely does her fucking job as it is. If I wasn’t married to her I would’ve fired her years ago.” The man says and returns to his show.
You then head to your car where you start bringing in several of the various objects you brought from the house. Takes you a couple trips, but you don’t have any trouble.
The motel bathroom is fortunately bigger than you expected it to be, it’s also a lot dirtier than you expected it to be. Of course now you’re not so much worried about making a mess so much as you’re afraid you’re going to catch hepatitis just being in the damn place.
You lay down tarps on the floor and in the bathtub then you drag her body in. You go grab the axe and study it a bit; hoping that it’s sharp enough that you won’t need to struggle with the whole dismemberment task.
Standing over her body with an axe is a little surreal to you, but you need to stop dwelling on how weird this all is and get on with it.
“Here we go.” You say and swing the axe…
Chopping up the body is a mixed feeling. On one hand you’re completely at peace with the deed and everything that goes along with it. The blood and gore isn’t even all that bad since you’ve gotten a bit accustomed to that, but it’s the smell that’s making you feel a little sick.
You actually have to stop chopping for a moment because you can’t stop gagging. Eventually you just give in and throw up in the toilet nearby. Afterwards, you’re more or less fine. It still isn’t nearly as bad as that fucked up reality warping tentacle monster shadow abominations you had to endure during your time in the Gray Building. You never want to experience something like that again.
By the time you’re finished, you’ve got severed parts waiting to be wrapped up. You got most of the bloody mess on the tarps, so that’s one less thing to worry about you suppose. You’ll have to dispose of the bloody clothing you’re wearing though.
Getting naked, you return to your large luggage case, which you placed on the bed and open it up to retrieve all the trash bags you took along with the duct tape.
The wrapping and taping is probably more time consuming than the chopping up part. You don’t really have too many problems except when it comes to the torso which is not fun to deal with since it’s still heavy and blood is leaking everywhere from it.
Eventually you get everything in order and before you know it, you’ve got several body parts wrapped fairly tightly in bags and they don’t seem to be leaking either. After washing your hands and arms a bit, you grab the luggage case from the next room.
It takes some effort and squeezing, but you just barely manage to fit all of the parts in the case. After carefully moving the tarps to drain the blood in the tub, you then fold them up and squeeze them in too, along with your blood drenched clothing. The luggage case itself is made of solid material and you’re confident there won’t be any leakage, but just dragging it back into the main room takes some effort. It definitely isn’t going to be easy to shove into the car trunk.
Next you spend a little time cleaning up a few places where the blood spilled on the floor or splattered on the wall. Most of this was in the bathroom and is relativity easy to get rid of, though you do spend some time scrubbing the carpet a bit where you first choked her out.
After you’re done with all of that, you take a shower, which also gets rid of the blood already in the tub. You briefly feel a little like that infamous countess that bathed in the blood of young girls to maintain her youth.
Getting dressed in a new set of clothing you brought in the duffle bag, you finally collapse on the bed not caring how filthy it may or may not be.
“Ahhh…shit…” you say to yourself as fatigue sets in.
You take this opportunity to go a bit through the purse now, starting with the phone. You check the time and see that it’s practically getting up for morning.
You figure you’ll sleep here for what remains of the night and tomorrow you’ll take the remains to the wilderness and find a good spot to bury them. You imagine your mom will call you at some point, possibly even waking you up. You figure you’ll tell her you had a few drinks with Diana and you didn’t want to risk driving home. She’ll understand that even if she might not approve.
You also figure you’ll take the blue car when you drive. The shovel is still in that one and you might very well have to stop off at your parent’s house first for some reason anyway if they really make a fuss to want to see you immediately. Better you don’t have to park around the block or something just so you don’t arouse suspicion. You’ll definitely be abandoning the blue one and taking the silver one back when you leave town and head back to Security City though.
And that’s just some of what you have to do for tomorrow. You’ll be able to do it though as long as you stay focused on your goals like you have been doing.
As you begin to drift off, your thoughts briefly focus on Bobby. Seems weird to think of him even now after all you’ve been through this week. You wonder if his family lives in town? Are they still cultists or are they normal?
You have no idea, there is going to be a lot to learn from this reality, but you can only dwell on “your” Bobby and what he might think. You certainly are a far cry from that “good girl” he rescued so long ago. He probably would be proud of you right now.
You know he’s out of your life forever now, but you still can’t help feel a little sad about it.
“I still wonder if being with you influenced me or what I just did was within me all along. Either way I guess if I stayed with you earlier this week…maybe…maybe… we could have made it work after all. Another reality perhaps…” you say and close your eyes.