Chapter 12
Clementine
Imake it out of the fair without Ally’s little boyfriend ever noticing me.
I hope he stays out of my way, because I’d hate to kill him.
On second thought, not really. I quite enjoy murder, the feel of blood on my skin, their screams and cries infiltrating my ears.
I get so lost from the pleasure killing gives me, it feels almost, if not better, than an orgasm. I giggle internally.
I’ve been walking for a good bit, when a set of headlights start coming up from behind me.
I step to the side of the road, stop, turning to face them with my thumb held out.
A cherry red convertible comes to a stop beside me.
A man that looks to be in his early forties sits in the driver's seat.
I lean over the door and he quickly takes in my cleavage.
I smirk, knowing I have him right where I want him.
“What’s a beautiful girl like you doing out here all alone at night?” He asks, his eyes barely taking the time to look at my face, before returning straight to my breasts.
“Got in a little fight with my boyfriend,” I pout. “Do you think you could give me a ride to my house?” I ask sweetly.
“Sure thing, sweetheart. Hop in.”
He smiles at me, and I scurry into the passenger seat.
We’re probably ten minutes away from the house by this point. I start playing with the radio, pretending to scan for a song I like. Eventually, I force my favorite lullaby to come on.
Oh my darling, Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine
“That’s creepy as hell,” he laughs.
He reaches his hand out to change the station and I slap it away. He startles, looking at me like I’ve lost my mind. Little does he know, I’m as crazy as they come.
“It’s my favorite,” I giggle.
He nods his head, giving me a small smile before focusing on the road again.
“Can you pull over right here?” I ask, humming the lullaby as it plays.
“What for?” He asks, confused, but begins slowing down.
“I just want to properly thank you for helping me out.”
My hand slides over his shoulder and down his arm. I hop over the middle console and straight into his lap. The car swerves a little, but he quickly corrects himself, then comes to a complete stop.
He lets out a low laugh. “Someone’s eager.”
“Always,” I wink.
I kiss him, then allow his mouth to place a path of kisses from my cheek, down my neck. His hands explore my body, making their way to my breasts, and fondles me. The lullaby on the radio gets louder and I begin singing.
In a car, on the road
You’re going for a bloody ride
There’s a dead man, in his forties
Say goodbye to Clementine
He looks up at me as I sing my own lyrics. His brows furrowed, his movements beginning to come to a stop.
“That is really cree–”
He doesn’t finish his sentence. I dig my fingernails into the front of his neck. His mouth forms the shape of an O and his eyes are laced with terror.
I repeatedly gouge his throat out. Blood flickers over the both of us. I lean down, licking some off of his cheek, then continue to sing as I take my other hand to help spread his neck open.
Red blood coats his body
Pouring like the rain
And now you’re dying
Say goodbye to Clementine
His head lolls to the side. He’s no longer breathing.
Blood continues to pour out of his neck.
I open the driver’s door and step out of the car.
I look both ways to make sure no one is coming.
Seeing the coast is clear, I grab his hand and pull his body out of the car.
The lullaby is coming to an end on the radio, and I sing the last lyrics as I stare at the dead man on the ground.
Oh my darling, Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine
I get behind the steering wheel, throw the gear in drive, and take off.
I have the lullaby on repeat the rest of the way home.
The blood is glistening on my skin in the moonlight.
I bring my coated finger to my mouth, sucking the metallic taste right off.
It sends energy through me, a buzz I wouldn’t be able to find anywhere else.
“Oh my darling, Clementine. Only one more thing to do tonight,” I giggle.
Ally’s house comes into view. I smile wide.
“Let the fun continue.”
Iwalk into the house and there’s still no sign of Ally’s mom anywhere.
Her dad still lies dead on the floor. I walk to the kitchen, open the fridge and pull out a beer, and crack it open.
A sigh leaves my lips as the cold liquid flows down my throat, cooling me down from the exciting night I’ve had.
I make my way back into the living room.
I stand next to Ally’s dad, eyeing him on the floor.
His skin has a gray hue to it now. Blood stains the floor around him, and his face still looks as terrified as it did earlier when he thought his own flesh and blood was taking his life.
I sit on the couch, propping my feet on top of him to relax.
I look at the stereo, turning it on and then wait.
It doesn’t take long for headlights to pierce through the window, the sound of tires on gravel pulling up and then the engine shutting off.
One…two…three…the sound of footsteps walking across the wooden porch can be heard from in here and I delightfully smile to myself, taking one more gulp of the beer before my next victim enters.
Sarah stumbles in, wobbling on both feet.
Her hair is a greasy mess on top of her head.
She kicks the door shut with her foot, throwing her keys down onto the side table.
She barely makes it into the living room without falling on her face.
I can smell the alcohol on her from here, and if her bloodshot, dilated eyes are anything to go by, it’s not the only thing that has her fucked up.
I wonder how long it’s going to take before she notices me or her dead husband.
I can’t control the snort I let loose, this situation being ridiculously funny to me.
She finally looks up, gazing at me and sneers.
“What?” She snaps, walking toward me.
I don’t say anything, just cock my head and smile as she continues. All this does is anger her even more, causing her to up her pace as she comes toward me.
“What the fu–” she begins, then trips right over dear old daddy.
She falls on top of him. A high pitch scream leaves her mouth when she realizes who she's laying on top of.
She scrambles to her knees, her body now coated in his blood. Bringing her hands to her face, the red liquid drips down her arms, and she begins panicking.
“What the fuck, Ally? Call for help. Hurry the fuck up and call someone!” She yells.
She checks his pulse, but there's not one there to find. She then begins doing chest compressions, but it’s far too late for that.
I begin cackling and she slowly raises her head to look at me.
“What is going on? What happened?” The horror she’s experiencing causes her to sober a little, but not much.
“He got what was coming to him,” I finally say.
Sarah looks confused for a minute, before clarity hits her and she realizes what I’m saying.
“You–you killed him? You killed your father?” She asks hysterically.
“More like a sperm donor. I would never consider him my father. To be fair, I wouldn’t consider you my mother either.
You’re both shit parents who have made Ally’s life nothing but hell.
Apparently, she’s not the only one you’ve made suffer, but that’s a story for another time.
Of course you won’t be here to hear it, will you? ” I giggle.
She stands to her feet, pointing her finger in my face.
“You little bitch. You’ll pay for this!”
She flings her body at me, but stops short when I grab her by the throat.
I squeeze my hand just hard enough to cut off her airway.
She starts kicking her feet, clawing at my hands to release her, but I’m too strong.
Sarah tries to speak, but I squeeze my hand tighter around her neck, causing her to involuntarily choke.
It wouldn’t take much for me to crush her windpipe and end her right now, but what would be the fun in that?
Looking at me with wide, terrified eyes, she’s finally stopped clawing at my hands. Now, her body trembles under the pressure, her face pleading for mercy without her lips having to say a word. Unfortunately for her, I have no mercy to give.
The lullaby begins playing on the radio again. I can feel my excitement radiating off of me. I look Ally’s mother in the eyes and sing the last song she’ll ever hear.
Oh my darling, Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine
Sarah tries to speak, but I squeeze my fist every time she attempts.
Raising her high enough that her feet don’t touch the ground, I force her to watch as I transform into one of her worst nightmares.
My nails grow sharp, slightly puncturing into her skin.
My eyes turning black, the veins to match reappearing on my face.
I let out a laugh when she attempts to gasp in my hold.
No one will miss you! No one will miss you!
You will burn in the pits of Hell!
The time has come to kill you
Say goodbye to Clementine
“You know,” I say, pulling Sarah’s face closer to mine. “It really isn’t that hard to not be such a piece of shit. Especially to your own daughter. You could’ve avoided all of this.”
A tear falls down her face. I lean in, licking it up with my tongue.
“Actually, let's be honest. You were doomed from the start. Your soul is so wicked, even your tears taste like shit,” I spit at her.
I throw her across the room. She lands onto the coffee table, a grunt leaving her from the impact she made. I skip closer to her, she slowly rolls her head to the side and squints up at me.
“I’m s-sorry. Please let me go,” she sobs.
I squat down to her, looking her over. I fist her hair in my hand, jerking her closer to me. Leaning in close to her ear I whisper, “You’re not sorry, but you will be.”
She lets out a cry as I slam her head into the table. Blood instantly blossoms from the skin I busted open on her forehead. I gaze around the room, in search of a toy to play with, when I spot the fireplace poker sitting against the wall. I walk over and grab it, twirling it in my hands.
Sarah sniffles when she sees what I’m holding, but she must have learned her lesson, because she doesn’t ask me not to do this anymore. I hold the poker up, letting her get a good look at it.
“How bad do you think this will hurt? I’m gonna say possibly a ten, but still not bad enough,” I laugh. “Oh well…beggars can’t be choosers.”
I raise the poker, then swing as hard as I can.
The hook catches right in the middle of her stomach, a half gasp/half cry leaves Sarah.
I pull the hook out, the curve of it catching on her stomach and ripping it open a little.
Raising it up again, I swing harder, this time hitting her right in the face.
The hook catches her in the nostril this time, and when I yank it up, it rips her nose halfway off her face.
The tears and blood mix together, smearing into one another.
It’s almost like I’m water painting and I decide I really should give that hobby a try one day.
The blood runs down toward her mouth and I can already hear her gargling over the blood rushing down her throat.
I decide to have one more swing, before she chokes to death on her own blood.
I raise the poker once more, putting every ounce of power I have into the swing, nailing her directly in her throat.
The hook slides right in, as if it was lubed and ready to fuck.
Sarah’s body goes limp, her breathing has ceased, and I watch as all her blood pools around her.
Oh my darling, Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine
“What the fuck, Ally!”