A Story - This story was written for me by a friend of mine on 4/2/99, and I really like it a lot (though he doesn't believe me for some reason). - Writers Writing

For You...

The night was extremely dreary. Thunder boomed and lightning raged across the sky with it's endless fury and energy. It was perfect. The knife I was shining gleamed radiantly from the candle light. Nothing could have been prettier. I turned in my chair to the silent black of the computer screen. Flipping the switch, it beeped and booped on, and in a matter of seconds I was logged into the world of cyberspace. I opened a commonly used communications program, and a few moments later I recieved my command.
"It's time," the black type spelled out letter by letter, "get here now."
I smiled grimly as I returned the computer to it's dormant state. I raised the knife to my lips and kissed it softly. It had served me well before, and it would again.
Emerging from my cold room, the sound of rain careening into the ground around me filled the air. It was really a glorious sound.
This way, no one could hear me, nor would anyone want to. I walked slowly to my car, literally soaking in my surroundings. It was only a matter of minutes until the look of the dead was revealed. Getting into my car I stared menacingly at the motel I had just stayed at. It was alright. Cheap, and close enough to my destination to where I wouldn't lose the thrill before I got there.
Before I knew it, the college loomed ahead of me. I parked in the student parking since there was no visitor parking left. A slight inconvenience, probably leading to a ticket and me being picked up as a suspect, but nothing severe. I've already made my way above and beyond law. I walk quickly towards the school. The less witnesses to my entrance the better. I head around to the back of the building to avoid the person at the desk in front. As we had planned, the fire escape door was wedged open just a crack with a peice of cardboard. I grinned.
Opening the door, I dashed down the small hallway up the back stairs. I knew the RA schedule and any second one would come strolling down the hall. Finding me dripping wet with a knife strapped to my belt wouldn't be the best thing to happen to me.
"Second door on your left," I mouthed to myself.
I approached the appointed door. The sounds of R&B came muffled from the inside. Pray this be the right room. I knock three times. One. Two. The door opened slowly. I creeped into the room.
Straight ahead was my target. The other girl sat behind her computer at a desk. I smiled adoringly at her, then changed to fix on her roommate. As I manuvered forward, the girl at the desk noticed me, and smiled. I nod in reply, not stopping my walk. I unsheathed my knife, putting it quickly behind my back. My target sat talking on the telephone completely clueless about what judgement had been passed upon her.
The next five seconds moved in slow motion. My hand shot out to grasp her neck. The look of fear and surprise took control of her face. The knife slid smoothly across the skin of her neck. Upon my letting go, she fell to the bed dead. Then time resumed.
Turning back to to other girl, I catch a glimpse just as she shuts the door. She stands smiling, two wine glasses in hand, wearing a seducing, loose fitting black lingerie that would make the midnight sky jealous. She handed me a glass.
"To us," she whispered, taking a drink.
"To us," I say in return.
After another sip, we embraced.

Everything Herein (c) Sarahberry, 1999

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