To Die For (Part 6)

To Die For (Part 6)

It was some middle-aged guy, with a terrible grey comb over. I was to break into his house, and inject him with some solution, which would mimic the effects of a heroin overdose. I tried to pump Marfor for more details, but he lashed out at me.


“Rule number one, Morty. Never ask for more info. You don’t want to get into any kind of relationship, or push the client too far. It’s hard enough to convince them to use our services, and we try to keep information to a minimum.


I sighed. Sometimes he acted like he was running some kind of legit business, such as a real-estate agent, or brothel. Like I cared what he thought. He didn’t menton money, but he hinted that I would get 15% of the fee. Knowing my luck, it would be a freebie that he was offering.


“I got a map of his house here. All you have to do is arrive there between 6-8 pm tomorrow, make sure you stay hidden and take gloves with ya. I have…. ‘friends’ in the police, who promise not to poke their noses too far into the crime scene.”


I sighed. I missed the spontaneity of it all. But the guy was probably some jerk-off, who was being knocked off by his wife, so she could move to Switzerland with her young lover. Judging by the North Shore address, they would have quite a bit of money.


“…and I’ll drop you off so you can have a quick look around the streets. It doesn’t matter if he sees you. If he is in a position to tell anyone what happened to him, you’ve failed, and if that’s the case….” His silence seemed to indicate that my fate did not really concern him, if my hands were not tainted with blood.


“Can we do it tonight? I need someone to drive me over, of course. You can’t expect me to be on the train after leaving a crime scene. Besides, if I get a train, I’d never get there.” I pleaded with him. He just raised an eyebrow and grinned.


“Of course. I’m not gonna let that fat fuck live an extra thirty minutes to save on a few dollars.” He spat towards me. I never knew if I wanted to share in the anger. It was more a feeding frenzy with me.


Time passed. I sat around, watching trashy daytime TV. If there is anything on the planet that is gonna make me wanna kill more, it’s watching a bunch of fat Americans whining to other fat Americans about how slutty their daughters are. By the second hour of choosing between crummy movies and soap operas, I was really really crying out for blood.


Marfor came in while I was watching the entertainment fest on TV. He muttered something about watching him die, so I told him, yes I would be able to do that, and can’t you see I’m trying to see what’s happening between Brad and Charity??


He shook his head. I looked at my watch and saw it was already 4.45. Time flies when you’re having fun. I grabbed a Mars Bar, and ate in the car (this time it was an Eastern Suburbs Ford, otherwise known as a Mercedes).


We pulled outside the house, with my heart beating. It was one thing to chase after some stranger in an alley, but to kill in the home was another thing. He drove past the house, and stopped off two streets away.


I walked through the moonlit street, where the trees were making conversation….aww crap.

Who was I trying to kid? Here, I am with my drugs of death, and my gloves on. I was like some psycho doctor from a movie somewhere. The door was left open, and I stepped inside.


I ignored the polished floors, trying not to slip or be heard as I walked towards the sound of the TV. I needed to plunge the needle into his arm, his LEFT arm, in order not to raise suspicion.

A small ‘bump’ went behind me. It was only the cat, but it made my heart jump. I crept closer to my victim, slowly wallowing in the niceties of everyday life. I poked from behind the sofa and grinned. He stumbled back, wondering why some teenager was near him.


“Calm down. Nothing major is happening. Just go to the wall before I pull my gun.” I gave a little smile. He nodded and spread his arms out. I quickly got the needle out and plunged it into his left arm.


The look on his face was priceless, as he tumbled down to the floor.


Marfor will be proud of me.


I quickly ran out of there. I made sure that all weapons and evidence was out of the way. Marfor didn’t give me much training in how to dispose of the evidence, but I had watched US cop shows on TV. They were always looking for fingerprints and DNA and that kinda thing.


I kept the needle with me. Since the thing was designed so it would look like he did it several hours ago, it wouldn’t look suss if there was no needle in the house. He could have always done it in some side alley in the Cross-, and decided to come home, back to his loving wife.


I power-walked along the street, keeping my head low. In this wind, this would not raise suspicions at all. My hood kept my face hidden from the passers-by as I walked to our meeting spot, a car park in the next suburb. It was your usual small car park, around twenty spaces, lots of concrete and dim lights, with a few abandoned shopping trolleys thrown in for ambiance.


“I was beginning to think you’d never come back from soccer practice. Come in and take a seat out of the cold.”

Hehehe.. He was always the actor. This time I didn’t mind. I smiled and told him that I managed to ‘score a goal’ and that I would like my clothes changed. We drove back the long way; there were too many monitors on the Bridge for us to ensure that we were never there.


When we were at the traffic lights, I replaced the hoodie with a nice soft jacket. The hoodie would be burnt, along with everything else I wore. We had on some weird radio station, the kind that advertised themselves as the ‘Best Music of the 70’s, 80’s and 90’s’. Blah. They should change their slogan to ‘Songs to Vomit To’.


He made small talk about the weather and the radio, as I just sat there nodding. The high was rising through my body again, even if it was replaced by mindless chatter. Couldn’t we talk about my finest hour?


We got home, and I just felt like celebrating. Instead I ended up sleeping at 9.30. I’m not quite sure why. Marfor went to sleep, probably due to an early morning meeting. Besides I wanted to re-live the moment in my head again once more. While killing via drugs didn’t give me as much satisfaction, it was nice to feed my ‘lil monster once more.


I slept another deep sleep, dreaming of riches and the stars. I dreamt of places faraway. I couldn’t believe it, but I was finally happy.