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Sitting in the Laugh Hotel

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Lightning flashed through the windows, temporarily lighting the stark hotel suite. A lone figure stood in the center of the main room breathing raggedly. As if in slow motion, he drew the gun in his hand up to his head, resting his forehead along the barrel, and closed his eyes. The breaths came slow; the space between seemingly eternities in length.

He collapsed onto an adjacent chair, arms falling to the sides and his head hanging low. He looked exhausted, soiled, and drained of life. Through half-closed eyes, he stared at the two bodies on the floor before him. He'd killed them.

Their eyes were still open wide with fear, faces still trapped in a silenced scream. Blood dripped from their wounds, staining the carpet beneath. The stench of sex and death permeated the air of the ragged hotel suite. The scent alone was nauseating, but the scene amidst the old, worn walls of the penthouse was enough to instantly induce a violent fit of vomiting.

Their bodies were still joined together, gripping one another in the most intense fulfillment of desire and lust. The kills had been clean and precise, and there hadn't been much time for a reaction out of either victim. Two shots, one through each heart.

He felt somewhat justified in the method of termination; poetic in justification, almost biblical. A heart for a heart. A mere transmogrification of the feeling they induced within him into the realm of the physical. They did this to him. They did it to themselves.

Somehow, the taste of vengeful victory wasn't quite as sweet as he'd anticipated. In less than five seconds, he'd gone from feeling like a spiteful, wrathful god, to feeling not much higher than simple pond scum. It had become a hollow pursuit, leading into an empty victory. The taste resembled a chunk of fecal matter as opposed to honey. Proverbially bittersweet.

He'd dug his own hole, and now he had to fill it in...
I didn't know where else to put this, really. It's dark, I'll have to warn you. I've always wanted to write a novel or short story about a serial killer or murderer. I guess this is my first try at violent prose.

If you're squeamish about this kinda thing, don't read any further...
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dymentia's avatar
wow... *hugs you*
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