Unexpected

The First Kill (part 1/2)

Enjoy my fellow Earthlings.

(Or maybe you're aliens?)

(I love aliens, kind of....)

So? How is it so far? Eh, whatever. ;)  It's getting juicy. ;)  I'm going to start counting how many chapters left.

(Also, not to discourage or anything, however this is my first mystery story.) (Don't mind me, just keep reading....)

-Kira Simion

The First Kill (Part 1/2)

"I said, did you harm my father?" My voice came out as a pant since I was trying to strangle her and talking. I tried again, this time I tried to put more feeling into it, show her I would harm her. I would torture her if she didn't spit it out, and soon.

"Did you or did you not harm my father?"

As sweat beaded down my forehead and down my neck, I tried to resist reaching up and swiping it away.

Tried being the operative word.

As it reached my shoulder, I stopped everything I was doing and held still. Well as still as I could without letting Amber go.

She was struggling, however I noticed that she never used her legs to kick me or get me off of her.

Is she perhaps planning something?

Does she know something I don't?

Maybe she's just stupid?

I squinted down at the girl who was now digging her nails into my flesh and did the first thing that popped into my mind.

I have to knock some sense into her! I have to know if she hurt my father! I have to kill her....

I reached out with my arms and shook her as hard as I could. I have to shake some sense into her. Her lean body moved from right and left as I shook her. Her eyes were starting to roll into the back of her pale head but I wasn't allowing that.

Oh no.

As quick as a flash my red painted fingernails struck a home run as they slammed into her face and sunk into her skin digging in deeper every time she moved. She screamed and her hands shot out and clung onto my shoulders digging into me trying to push me away.

The smell of our sweat, her sense of fear and both of our rage filled the air of the small living room with it's putrid contents.

I would kill her.

It may be my first time killing someone, but I would have to get used to it if I wanted to torture and kill the person who murdered my father.

I have absolutely no clue what he had done but I wanted to know one thing.

Why?

Why would someone go to such lengths to kill him. Why put him in my house?! Why not just a clean death?! Or better yet, no death at all!

My father worked for a company who had him create ideas for new structures of buildings, buget checks, or just ideas for new investment plans. How that could make anyone mad angered me to my core. He did absolutely nothing wrong!

"Get the hell off of my you bitch" Amber screamed!

Oh, I was the bitch? I was the one who was a suspect in my own father's murder? I was the one pretending to act cool in a murder? I was?

I don't think so.

Sorry for the short half of a chapter. Writers Block is just killing me here.

Happy Spring Break! ;)