Suzy’s Strange Saga
You already got one sister to worry about; you aren’t about to worry about another one. If you’re going to have to kill someone on your wedding day anyway, you might as well get in the practice.
You aren’t exactly looking forward to doing it, but you don’t see much choice. The question is how to go about it without making it look suspicious.
You take a glance around the room and see a window. You’re only on the second floor though, if you pushed her out of it, it might not kill her immediately. You then think maybe you could choke her first then throw her out…
Yes, that’s what you’ll do. Choke her and throw her out the window. It’ll look like a suicide and if anyone asks, you’ll just tell them the truth, she was in love with Bobby and was having a hard time coming to terms with him marrying you so out the window she went.
You walk over to Helen and sit next to her on the bed.
“Helen will you stop crying for one moment?” you ask which causes her to comply.
You take a deep breath and exhale.
“Okay, You seem genuinely distraught about all this…so this is going to make this harder.” You say and then you punch Helen in the face as hard as you can.
Helen yelps and falls back on the bed and you pounce on her immediately with your hands wrapped around her throat.
“Suzy…no! No! You…(cough)…” Helen squeaks out and attempts to hit you, but you ignore the pain and focus all your strength on her throat.
“Shhhhh….Helen, stop struggling, just let go.” you say wishing she wasn’t making this so hard.
“Bobby…he…help…” she utters with tears in her eyes.
This pitiful plea that she utters almost causes you to stop choking her, but you’ve come too far now. You can’t stop. The only thing you can do is get it done and try not to feel too sick about it, because you almost feel like you’re going to throw up.
Helen’s face turns a different shade and you continue to focus on your grim work at hand. Eventually her squeals and punches disappear altogether when you successfully crush her windpipe and deprive her of any more oxygen.
And the deed is done. You’ve killed a person and you feel pretty terrible even though you know it had to be done.
You’re exhausted and emotionally drained as you sit there straddling Helen’s dead body. You choke back tears, though you no longer can contain the rising illness and you immediately sprint off of her and the bed and vomit into a small wastepaper can in her room. You don’t even think about the fact that you’re going to have to clean it or all the loud noise your retching is making.
Not that it mattered since Diana was apparently listening in and spying on you both the whole time.
When you lift your head up out of the trash can still recovering from your bout of sickness, you look up just in time to see Diana’s swing a bat upside your head. You collapse on the floor, tipping over the trash can causing it to spill your sick back on to you.
“Guess you didn’t want any more competition huh? You had the right idea though and I do thank you for saving me the trouble. Now I can legitimately blame Helen’s death on you and I was merely coming to the aid of my poor late sister. I can see I was just being tested…Tiamat’s glorious chaos sure works in mysterious ways.” Diana says and then hits you in the head with another bat swing.
And then another…and then another…and then another…
You aren’t exactly looking forward to doing it, but you don’t see much choice. The question is how to go about it without making it look suspicious.
You take a glance around the room and see a window. You’re only on the second floor though, if you pushed her out of it, it might not kill her immediately. You then think maybe you could choke her first then throw her out…
Yes, that’s what you’ll do. Choke her and throw her out the window. It’ll look like a suicide and if anyone asks, you’ll just tell them the truth, she was in love with Bobby and was having a hard time coming to terms with him marrying you so out the window she went.
You walk over to Helen and sit next to her on the bed.
“Helen will you stop crying for one moment?” you ask which causes her to comply.
You take a deep breath and exhale.
“Okay, You seem genuinely distraught about all this…so this is going to make this harder.” You say and then you punch Helen in the face as hard as you can.
Helen yelps and falls back on the bed and you pounce on her immediately with your hands wrapped around her throat.
“Suzy…no! No! You…(cough)…” Helen squeaks out and attempts to hit you, but you ignore the pain and focus all your strength on her throat.
“Shhhhh….Helen, stop struggling, just let go.” you say wishing she wasn’t making this so hard.
“Bobby…he…help…” she utters with tears in her eyes.
This pitiful plea that she utters almost causes you to stop choking her, but you’ve come too far now. You can’t stop. The only thing you can do is get it done and try not to feel too sick about it, because you almost feel like you’re going to throw up.
Helen’s face turns a different shade and you continue to focus on your grim work at hand. Eventually her squeals and punches disappear altogether when you successfully crush her windpipe and deprive her of any more oxygen.
And the deed is done. You’ve killed a person and you feel pretty terrible even though you know it had to be done.
You’re exhausted and emotionally drained as you sit there straddling Helen’s dead body. You choke back tears, though you no longer can contain the rising illness and you immediately sprint off of her and the bed and vomit into a small wastepaper can in her room. You don’t even think about the fact that you’re going to have to clean it or all the loud noise your retching is making.
Not that it mattered since Diana was apparently listening in and spying on you both the whole time.
When you lift your head up out of the trash can still recovering from your bout of sickness, you look up just in time to see Diana’s swing a bat upside your head. You collapse on the floor, tipping over the trash can causing it to spill your sick back on to you.
“Guess you didn’t want any more competition huh? You had the right idea though and I do thank you for saving me the trouble. Now I can legitimately blame Helen’s death on you and I was merely coming to the aid of my poor late sister. I can see I was just being tested…Tiamat’s glorious chaos sure works in mysterious ways.” Diana says and then hits you in the head with another bat swing.
And then another…and then another…and then another…
