Death to Natalie

[AngelKisses]

The day had gone long. Work was pure hell and there was not a brain within the whole crowd that came in that night. One was just extremely strange. He even seemed to know Natalie somehow.

He came in wearing a red shirt, stained at that. Like some ketchup bottle had exploded on his shirt. It would have been odd with just that but he said that she had better warn Natalie because someone was going to get her.

She called and Natalie was just herself, talking on the computer like she had done for years. Being twentyfive she was a senior in college and finally decided to get on the ball and have some fun. She took Roxie in as a freshmen, teaching her not to piss her life away while having fun.

That was before Roxie got home. Roxie had just dropped her keys on the counter and called for Natalie. Natalie was supposed to take her to the arts festival in the square when she got home and Roxie figured she was no where near ready.

She wasn't, but it was not from lack of trying it seemed. She walked into Natalie's room. Blood seemed to be splattered everywhere. The walls were painted in a thick red, the bed spread splattered red. There on the floor was the decapitated body of Natalie, lipstick smudged across her face.

Roxie screamed, dropping to her knees. She couldn't believe the scene before her. She climbed up the wall, running as she could to grab the phone. "Hello Roxie." A voice on the other end replied before she could dial out. "Don't bother to call the cops. They are already on their way. But you had better run. I am coming for you next."

 

[airborne92]

"Hello Roxie." I said as she picked up the phone. "Don't bother to call the cops. They are already on their way. But you had better run. I am coming for you next." I almost chuckled as I told her about her fate. I was watching her from an empty apartment across the street. I had been watching her for 3 years now, ever since she had started to become a woman. Soon she would be mine or she wouldd suffer an even worse fate than her ex-roommate. I waited to see if she would run and make things interesting or if she would wait for the cops, not that they could help her any.

 

[AngelKisses]

She did as told, she ran. She wasn't sure where, just ran, her keys in her hand.

Getting into the car, she heard the squeal of sirens in the distance. The car started no problem and she peeled out of the driveway. Her car hit over eighty miles an hour as she fled from the town, her eyes darting to her rearveiw mirror the whole time.

"Who could that be? Why did they kill Natalie? Why were they after me?? OH, PLEASE LORD!" She yelled to herself in the car. She had never been overly religious, but whatever higher being was there, if they would help her now she would be overly grateful.

 

[airborne92]

I watched as she ran. 'Oh this was going to be fun, the chase was by far the best part.' I thought to myself. I wrote down her license plate number as she left. There was no way for the cops to protect her, because they would bring her back for me. I hacked into the local and state police computer systems and listed that car as stolen. They would want to talk to her anyway. Right now she would be their prime suspect in her roommate's death. I set about removing all traces that I had been there. She would run, but she would have to return. As I finished I prepared the next part of her journey into hell.

 

[AngelKisses]

Roxie

She had only gone about fourty miles when she found the motel. She pulled over checking to make sure she wasn't followed before getting out of the car.

As she was stepping out she noticed the bright red stain on her white high top. "Shit!" she screamed, taking off her shoes before going to get a room.

Walking in it was as if she were stepping into some old Norman Bates movie. "May I help you?" The old man behind the counter asked.

"Uh, yes, I uh, need uh.....a room please?" She said, looking behind her one last time. "Quick."

"Well, I just have one at the moment." He said, as she turned once again, this time noticing the cop car checking out her license plate.

"Oh....uh, Is there a back way out?" She asked.

"No, ma'am. This is the only door. Are you in some kinda trouble?" He asked in his slow patronizing voice.

"Excuse me Ma'am. Is that your car out there." She heard the voice from behind her. "Ma'am?"

She turned slowly trying to take the look of panic off her face. "y...yes officer." She smiled, "Is there a problem?"

A smirk crossed his face. "Why, yes, there is. Could you please put your hands on your head?" He pulled out his gun, aiming it at her.

What else could she do? She put her hands behind her head as she watched him. 'This turned out to be one hell of a day.' She thought to herself as she watched her car being towed and she was put into the back of a police cruiser. "Well, it isn't the first time I have been in the company of a murderer, but this is the first they were as pretty as you darling."

Her blonde died hair clung to her face as she tried to explain that she found her friend that way. Why the hell had she ran? Tears came to her green eyes. "Save it for the judge lady. You even have her blood on your shoe."

 

[airborne92]

Within an hour she had been found. I heard of her apprehension by the police on the scanner. She would be released in the morning when the detectives determined that she had not committed the crime. This would be yet another unsolved murder, but Roxie's life was ruined. The cloud of suspicion would remain with her. Knowing that the police would put her up in a motel for a few days after she was released I sent the package of pictures to her room. Pictures of her getting dressed and undressed, pictures of her taking showers and baths, pictures of her with her lover or her pleasuring herself, pictures of her sleeping, and of many other times during the past three years. These would really get at her fear. She had no where to run now. It would be at least a week before the police would let her leave town. Her journey had just begun.

 

[AngelKisses]

Roxie

Roxie stared out the window of the Motel Six. The pictures had come an hour ago and she was feeling down. What a nice job the cops did of setting her up. She was in a Motel Six, in room sixty-six. What a nice job.

She frowned at herself. What was she to do now? People at college all looked at her and as if she had actually killed Natalie. She hadn't done such a thing. She never would.

Who had killed her? Whoever it was was watching Roxie. He apparently had been for a while. He had been watching her dress and undress, make love to Carmen, even showering. She couldn't help but wonder if he were watching her now.

She started flipping channels on the tv. Some cable this place had. Only thirty channels. "I guess you can't be picky when you are hiding from some strange killer." She sighed to herself.

She was still flipping channels thirty minutes later when the door was knocked on. She looked suspiciously out the window, seeing a woman. The woman looked much as her sister did, but different. "Hello?"

"Room service." The woman called back to her.

"I didn't order anything. Go away."

"No no, I am here to clean you room." The heavily spanish voice called back.

"Come back later. I will clean it myself." She yelled back.

"Yes, ma'am. I will tell the front desk." The woman called back and left.

She hated being rude, but she was too distrustful of anyone coming in right now.

 

[airborne92]

She was very unsuspecting as I tested the security of the motel room. My disguise and fake Spanish accent had definately fooled her. I decided I would return later and leave her an interesting present. One that would push her a little further along. If she only knew the truth of the matter. She would probably kill herself right now.

 

[airborne92]

I spent the next several hours doing some shopping for what I would need. The local mall had all the stores I needed. Roxie was not very trusting right now, and with good reason. Still she had no clue as to who I was or what I wanted with her. She could never imagine the fate that awaited her or the suffering that she might endure.

 

[AngelKisses]

Roxie

Roxie sat waiting. That seemed to be what the name of the game was now. Just sit and wait for the freak to show up and kill her. That was all she needed.

She sat there getting a tad bit thirsty. Opening the small fridge they kept in the room she noticed that it was empty, again. Shit she thought to herself before opening the door and going to the liquer store down the road. I need something to drink and Dr. Pepper is not going to help.

On the way there her mind realized what had happened in the past few days. She was arrested for the murder of a friend, and confidant, her car was reported stolen and then of all things someone was trying to kill her.

"Excuse me." She said to the store clerk. "Do you have any tequilla in the back?"

 

[airborne92]

"Of course, are you looking for a particular brand miss?" said the clerk.

She had not seen me follow her into the store. I knew this would easy tonight. She was planning on getting drunk. I couldn't blame her, not knowing how to deal with this kind of situatoin.

"Anything will do." Roxie replied a little nervously.

He got her a bottle of Jose Cuervo. She paid for it and left. I could use a drink myself. So I grabbed a six pack, paid for it, and left. I would give her a few hours to get drunk and pass out. The next step would take very little time to accomplish.

I sat back enjoying my beer, watching her room until she had gone to sleep or passed out, whichever came first.

 

[AngelKisses]

The tequila hit the spot. Soon I was seeing stars that didn't appear and not really caring how shitty life had been lately. "What a nightmare." I thought to myself before looking out the window.

The night sky finally had falled and soon it would be day again. I lay down, my head on the pillow and fell asleep. This would help.

 

[airborne92]

I waited until 2 a.m. before I went to the room. I silently picked the lock and enter the room, leaving my shoes outside the room as I enter. She was fast asleep. I quickly cover her nose and mouth with a rag damp with chloroform. I leave there long enough to ensure that she won't wake up during my visit. Quickly I undress her and gather all of her clothes in the motel room. As replacements I leave lingerie from Victoria's Secret and Frederick's of Hollywood as well as outfits that are liitle more revealing. I then leave the following message on the bathroom mirror in bright red lipstick - I hope you like my presents for you, you will be my next.

I leave just as quietly as I entered. There would be no fingerprints found, I had worn surgical gloves. I trick I had learned from previous employers. They had taught me many things.