Suzy’s Strange Saga
You remember something your brother Ben said once when he was trying to teach you how to use a gun, “If you’re going to shoot, don’t think about it. Just shoot.”
Probably not exactly best thing to tell someone, but nevertheless you remember it and so you do it. You shoot.
And it’s all over so quickly you didn’t even have time to blink.
You hit Johnny in the forehead killing him instantly. His grip on Julie is dropped as he collapses backwards to the floor.
You’re still standing there in disbelief with the pistol still in hand, but now dropped to your side. Julie stands sobbing looking at Johnny and then begins to curse at him.
“You motherfucker! (Sob) You sick fuck! (Sob) Goddamn you!” she exclaims.
You go up to her in an attempt to calm her down.
“It’s over. It’s over. He’s dead.” You say and she stops to hug you tightly. Really you’re having a hard time keeping it together yourself, this psycho just admitted to killing Donna and stuffing her body in the basement. You still need to deal with that.
“Oh my god Suzy, (Sob) you saved my fucking life! I’ll never forget this! (Sob)”
“Okay, okay, just take it easy. (Exhale) Okay normally we’d just call the cops about this, but considering we’re under fucking marshal law right now I don’t think that’s an option. So we need to get rid of this body ourselves. Julie. Look at me.” You say staring into her eyes.
“I’ll take care of most of this, but I need your help. Besides trash bags do you have any tarps or large sheets of plastic? What about a shovel?”
“…(sniffle) I don’t know. If there is, they might be in the basement. I know there’s a shovel down there.”
“Well, I guess that’s where I’m heading since I’m going to have to go down there anyway. Julie, why don’t you go lay down in your room? We’re going to get through this okay?”
Julie seems still very shaken by this experience, but nods and believes you. She gives you another hug and then walks off to go lay down. As for you, you’ve got an unpleasant trip to the basement.
You try to prepare yourself for what you know to be down there, and fortunately the adrenaline of the situation has given you the fortitude and clarity to carry out what needs to be done, but as you’re walking down those stairs, it still doesn’t give you an enjoyable feeling.
When you reach the last step, you fully expect to see a floor full of blood and gore, but you don’t see any of that. In fact you don’t even see a body. You can only guess he must’ve hid it down here somewhere.
As you proceed with the grim task of looking for your sister’s body, you notice that there is an open window down here, which explains how Johnny managed to sneak in here again.
You find the shovel and take it. You don’t find a tarp, but you figure you can always wrap the body using garbage bags.
Then you notice the washer and dryer…
“Oh god…no…Donna…” you say looking away with tears already forming.
You can’t tell without getting closer and opening them, but both of the door windows to both are covered in blood. You know he must’ve mutilated her body and shoved the pieces of her in both machines. A blood stained axe is also propped up next to them.
You can’t help but get sick and vomit nearby at the thought of this. You then break down and cry for a moment. You weren’t the closest with her, but you just wish the last moments were at least better. You can’t imagine what her real last moments were like. Or rather you have an idea, but you’d rather not dwell on it.
You don’t quite have the strength to proceed with the grisly task of cleaning up your sister’s remains right now. You stagger back upstairs with the shovel in hand trying focus on dealing with the body of the murdering fucker who killed her.
You get back to the kitchen and just stare at Johnny’s body, getting angrier and angrier about how light he got off. Who knows how many others he killed before your poor sister.
“Someone should fucking chop you up.” You say.
Remembering that you saw some duct tape in the desk in your room, you go back and grab it and then a trash bag from the kitchen.
You put the bag over Johnny’s head and then tape it around his neck, so more blood doesn’t smear all over the floor when you’re dragging him back to your room. From there, you take him into the bathroom and get his body into the bathtub.
You then head right back down into the basement and grab the axe.
As you’re heading back to your bathroom to repay mutilation with mutilation, Julie has come back downstairs to check on you.
“Suzy, what are you doing with that axe?”
“Julie just go back upstairs, I told you I got this.”
“Are you going to chop up his body? Is…is he in your bathroom right now?”
“Julie I said just go back upstairs, you don’t need to deal with this, I’ll do it.”
“Suzy, I thought you were going to just dig a hole and throw him in it.”
“Yeah well that was before I found my sister in fucking pieces in your goddamn washer and dryer!”
Julie places her hand over her mouth and staggers back propping herself up against the wall.
“Oh god…”
“Yeah. This whole day sucks and maybe that dead motherfucker won’t be able to feel the pain of me chopping him up alive, but it’s the only satisfaction I’m going to get…besides with the National Guard out there right now, going outside to dig a hole probably isn’t the best idea now. Better I should wait to do that at night.”
Julie has no words right now, but she’s starting to look at you a little differently. Maybe the combination of killing someone and the emotional trauma of finding your sister chopped up has caused a bit of a snap in your personality. In any case, you’re definitely taking a darker turn here.
Suddenly there is a loud bang on the front door.
“Oh shit! Who the hell is that?!” Julie says.
“Fuck. That’s probably that government rep the loud speakers outside were saying was going to visit all the homes in the neighborhood. Someone probably heard the gunshot and sent someone here a lot sooner. Shit…shit…gotta think…” you say.
“Suzy?! What’re we going to do? Maybe we should just tell them everything that happened! I mean it was self defense, surely they’ll understand that!”
“Julie, we’re under marshal law. I got a man laying in my bathtub with a bag over his head and my sister is in pieces in the washer and dryer. At BEST we might be able to convince them of this entire outlandish series of events AFTER they arrest us, put us into whatever fucked up military cell they have, suffer hours of interrogation and god knows what else. At worst? They’ll just think we’re a pair of murderesses and execute us immediately without a trial.” You say and then exhale.
“Or…we could try to cover this up and get them the hell out of here as quickly as possible.” You add.
“Don’t you think they’re going to search the house?!”
“Well that’s why we’re going to try to prevent that from happening. Distract them some how so they don’t bother. I mean I suppose we could try to run out the backdoor and over the fence, but I don’t know how are chances would be with that.” you say.
Julie has no answer for you. At this point she’s so scared that whatever you decide, she’ll follow.
Probably not exactly best thing to tell someone, but nevertheless you remember it and so you do it. You shoot.
And it’s all over so quickly you didn’t even have time to blink.
You hit Johnny in the forehead killing him instantly. His grip on Julie is dropped as he collapses backwards to the floor.
You’re still standing there in disbelief with the pistol still in hand, but now dropped to your side. Julie stands sobbing looking at Johnny and then begins to curse at him.
“You motherfucker! (Sob) You sick fuck! (Sob) Goddamn you!” she exclaims.
You go up to her in an attempt to calm her down.
“It’s over. It’s over. He’s dead.” You say and she stops to hug you tightly. Really you’re having a hard time keeping it together yourself, this psycho just admitted to killing Donna and stuffing her body in the basement. You still need to deal with that.
“Oh my god Suzy, (Sob) you saved my fucking life! I’ll never forget this! (Sob)”
“Okay, okay, just take it easy. (Exhale) Okay normally we’d just call the cops about this, but considering we’re under fucking marshal law right now I don’t think that’s an option. So we need to get rid of this body ourselves. Julie. Look at me.” You say staring into her eyes.
“I’ll take care of most of this, but I need your help. Besides trash bags do you have any tarps or large sheets of plastic? What about a shovel?”
“…(sniffle) I don’t know. If there is, they might be in the basement. I know there’s a shovel down there.”
“Well, I guess that’s where I’m heading since I’m going to have to go down there anyway. Julie, why don’t you go lay down in your room? We’re going to get through this okay?”
Julie seems still very shaken by this experience, but nods and believes you. She gives you another hug and then walks off to go lay down. As for you, you’ve got an unpleasant trip to the basement.
You try to prepare yourself for what you know to be down there, and fortunately the adrenaline of the situation has given you the fortitude and clarity to carry out what needs to be done, but as you’re walking down those stairs, it still doesn’t give you an enjoyable feeling.
When you reach the last step, you fully expect to see a floor full of blood and gore, but you don’t see any of that. In fact you don’t even see a body. You can only guess he must’ve hid it down here somewhere.
As you proceed with the grim task of looking for your sister’s body, you notice that there is an open window down here, which explains how Johnny managed to sneak in here again.
You find the shovel and take it. You don’t find a tarp, but you figure you can always wrap the body using garbage bags.
Then you notice the washer and dryer…
“Oh god…no…Donna…” you say looking away with tears already forming.
You can’t tell without getting closer and opening them, but both of the door windows to both are covered in blood. You know he must’ve mutilated her body and shoved the pieces of her in both machines. A blood stained axe is also propped up next to them.
You can’t help but get sick and vomit nearby at the thought of this. You then break down and cry for a moment. You weren’t the closest with her, but you just wish the last moments were at least better. You can’t imagine what her real last moments were like. Or rather you have an idea, but you’d rather not dwell on it.
You don’t quite have the strength to proceed with the grisly task of cleaning up your sister’s remains right now. You stagger back upstairs with the shovel in hand trying focus on dealing with the body of the murdering fucker who killed her.
You get back to the kitchen and just stare at Johnny’s body, getting angrier and angrier about how light he got off. Who knows how many others he killed before your poor sister.
“Someone should fucking chop you up.” You say.
Remembering that you saw some duct tape in the desk in your room, you go back and grab it and then a trash bag from the kitchen.
You put the bag over Johnny’s head and then tape it around his neck, so more blood doesn’t smear all over the floor when you’re dragging him back to your room. From there, you take him into the bathroom and get his body into the bathtub.
You then head right back down into the basement and grab the axe.
As you’re heading back to your bathroom to repay mutilation with mutilation, Julie has come back downstairs to check on you.
“Suzy, what are you doing with that axe?”
“Julie just go back upstairs, I told you I got this.”
“Are you going to chop up his body? Is…is he in your bathroom right now?”
“Julie I said just go back upstairs, you don’t need to deal with this, I’ll do it.”
“Suzy, I thought you were going to just dig a hole and throw him in it.”
“Yeah well that was before I found my sister in fucking pieces in your goddamn washer and dryer!”
Julie places her hand over her mouth and staggers back propping herself up against the wall.
“Oh god…”
“Yeah. This whole day sucks and maybe that dead motherfucker won’t be able to feel the pain of me chopping him up alive, but it’s the only satisfaction I’m going to get…besides with the National Guard out there right now, going outside to dig a hole probably isn’t the best idea now. Better I should wait to do that at night.”
Julie has no words right now, but she’s starting to look at you a little differently. Maybe the combination of killing someone and the emotional trauma of finding your sister chopped up has caused a bit of a snap in your personality. In any case, you’re definitely taking a darker turn here.
Suddenly there is a loud bang on the front door.
“Oh shit! Who the hell is that?!” Julie says.
“Fuck. That’s probably that government rep the loud speakers outside were saying was going to visit all the homes in the neighborhood. Someone probably heard the gunshot and sent someone here a lot sooner. Shit…shit…gotta think…” you say.
“Suzy?! What’re we going to do? Maybe we should just tell them everything that happened! I mean it was self defense, surely they’ll understand that!”
“Julie, we’re under marshal law. I got a man laying in my bathtub with a bag over his head and my sister is in pieces in the washer and dryer. At BEST we might be able to convince them of this entire outlandish series of events AFTER they arrest us, put us into whatever fucked up military cell they have, suffer hours of interrogation and god knows what else. At worst? They’ll just think we’re a pair of murderesses and execute us immediately without a trial.” You say and then exhale.
“Or…we could try to cover this up and get them the hell out of here as quickly as possible.” You add.
“Don’t you think they’re going to search the house?!”
“Well that’s why we’re going to try to prevent that from happening. Distract them some how so they don’t bother. I mean I suppose we could try to run out the backdoor and over the fence, but I don’t know how are chances would be with that.” you say.
Julie has no answer for you. At this point she’s so scared that whatever you decide, she’ll follow.