I'll try to update today, but I have to go to work and deal with people until five or six (my time zone). ewe So I'll try and procrastinate.
Augh I'm sorry I just got home my lovelies ;n; I'll update tomorrow I promise And if i don't you can stab me
DARE you to write a better one, because if you can't that's just called bad criticism and no one needs that type of criticism 'cause it never helps anything so once you've made a Harry Potter book hmu. I don't mean to be well mean, but that was rude and it upsets me. Otherwise I love the storyit's more of an original plot
Chapter seven: The plan to take Miss Jillian Bloom. I quickly ran to Felix's house, my bag beating against my side as I ran. I dashed up the steps of his house and knocked. I heard him yell something, and then I just resorted to turning the knob instead. I opened the door and I let myself in. As I shut the door, I heard him yell at me again. "So what did you mean by surprise?" He walked out, cleaning his hands off with a cloth rag. "Well I found someone that maybe you'd like to add to your collection, and I have a few ideas.." "Really?" He grabbed his glasses, and sat me down at the counter. I flexed my replaced thumb as I spoke and he leaned against the counter. "Well, her eyes are like the ocean, I swear. And she has many perfect fingers." "Mhmm." He nodded, tilting his head. "She requested that I take you in, and this would be the perfect opportunity to do it." "You, my dear, are brilliant." He grinned, walking around the counter and kissed both of my cheeks. I managed a smile, maybe even grinned a bit. "Haha, thank you." I stretched, letting it all sink in. So yeah, I'm not insane. I'm just letting it all sink in. The fact I'm able to think of such a thing...Well... It's perfectly normal! Anyone could've thought of that! I mean it's not exactly normal to think of it, but.. Really.. Anyone could've said that. Just anyone. Whether they were kidding around or not. So I'm still sane, fuck everyone that doesn't believe that. "So when shall we go in?" "Tomorrow. Or the day after. But we need a plan," I sighed, hearing a whine in my voice. He paused for a moment, closing his eyes, muttering to himself, making hand motions. He picked up what seemed like a coffee mug, and sipped whatever was in there, and opened his eyes. "Got it." "Go on." I sputtered. A plan that fast? Then again, he is my super genius. "How about we go in, and you loosen a bolt or something on a table and we bring a wrench in?" "Go on, I kind of have an idea." "So we hit her over the head when we tell her it's loose and bring her under the table." "Of course making sure it looks like it's fallen and cracked her skull." "With an item beside her, as if it's fallen too!" He began to sound excited, grinning as he spoke. I giggled at his expression and watched him as he began to ramble, grabbing me. "A-and then! We'll.. No.. Wait.." He stopped and I began to pout, and then I grinned, grabbing his cheeks. "Felix! We will bust her head with a wrench and not get any blood anywhere! We'll-We'll wear suits of a plastic sort!—" I squeaked, wrapping my arms around him. "And then we'll bring in two big black trash bags! We'll double ply the bag she's in with any evidence they might.. Might not find!" He picked me up, spinning me in circles as we rambled with joy and complete sanity. "She isn't married, and has no family!" I piped, pressing my forehead against his. "And we'll get away with it!" We screamed in unison, squeezing each other tightly. We stood there for a minute, hugging each other. "You're my brilliant angel, Brenden Kenzie." "And you're my genius doctor, Felix Monroe."
And dear red tiger I dare you to write something better instead of taking your time to post something as worthless as your comment "Story sucks" My mother is in production of getting this edited to be produced and looked at so you can keep it quiet Unless you have credits you can't buy my fucks red :') As for my lovely idler Cin you are owed more wall art
Someone already dared me to write something better in which I have. This piece of writing right here is better than yours.
Hey look you have no credits You know what that means I can't sell you any fucks The amount of people that take interest in whatever talent I mustered outnumbers your shitty comment towards it Take it up with everyone else, k? K. Let me know when your period is over.
@redtiger, you are a negative person. You think that everything that is better than you is worthless which is simply not true. If anything, you are most likely one of those sad late 20 year old ladies (cough cough) who had too much rejection and decides to take it out on other people. You obviously lack skills of social etiquette and reading comprehension because this person wrote the best story that I have ever read in my life. So I advise you to not get a job that involves you talking to people because you have no people skils.
Bekka, let me start off by saying that this is genius and you really shouldn't care what others think because they are so freaking jealous! I am jealous that you thought up such a good and interesting and creepy story! All I can write are romances, sadly, so this is by far brilliant! And, if this doesn't get published, I will throw whoever rejects this story off a cliff because they obviously wouldn't know a good author, no a fabulous author when they see one! I am rooting for you! And this was a wonderful update! So, overall, BUMP!
So amazing, how they get excited over the death of another...completely normal. I'd love to see more of the story it's really falling together @redtiger, sorry to say but your 'piece of writing' isnt better than this. It's thought out and planned and has a good storyline. Just stop and keep your silly-little negative thoughts to yourself when no one wants to hear em'?!
I'm hoping I can make more updates because I don't have homework today This story is also on another app/website, pm me or wall me about it :33 I'm working on the next update while listening to bangarang so expect something wild Thank you the idler's that support me in writing this magical thing *sparkles* and for kicking ass *fist pump* Okay I'll get back to writing now
Chapter eight: A bit more planning and day of attack. It was far, what I was hearing. I just laid there, listening to my alarm go off in my ears. Blasting through my entire room. This story's missing a wishing well, No mirror to show and tell No kiss that can break the spell, I'm falling asleep... Every prince is a fantasy, The witch is inside of me.. I slammed my hand on the alarm. I loved that song, no matter how wrong it was. I still love it. I got up and did the usual, took a shower and got dressed. I ran to my garage and grabbed all the plastic table covers my mom gave me in case I needed them. Well mom, thank you for preparing me for the future. My giant sweater was hanging down to my knees, and my leggings weren't helping as I stumbled back into the house. I could hear my phone ringing. Felix. Perfect timing. I grabbed my phone, turning Bangarang off and listening to my genius speak. "So what's the plan without getting dirty? I have a couple of ideas." "I have these plastic table covers, Felix. Since you're taller than me, you could hold it up, and with my other we'll just say we need to put it down for sanitization purposes," I began to giggle. "because "you're afraid of the dirty floor". Is that good?" I swear I could hear him grinning. He was just so proud of me, and so was I. We're doing something fun together! And I'm helping! "Brilliant, my brilliant dear." "So we'd stand on it, and I'd hit her with the wrench." "Right, right." "But Felix, she lives alone, what are we going to do about her things?" "Abandon them. I've always done that. They figure they ran off to different countries. Always. We'll never get caught." "Perfect!" I squealed. I held the phone with my right hand, grabbing the giant black bags and the table covers. "You're bringing the big, black lawn bags and the covers? And I have the wrench." "Yes, yes, anything else we need?" "No. Not that I don't think." "Alright honey, I'll see you in ten minutes. Bye." "Bye B." I hung up, shoving it in my bag that hung over my shoulder. The pattern was a dream catcher, and at this rate, this is what we're doing ever so perfectly. Our dream is living, soaring. I threw on my boots and ran to Felix's house, beaming with the pride he had in me. I was his brilliant girlfriend, Brenden. And we cared about the work we were doing. We are brilliant. I threw open his door and ran inside, shutting it and locking it. "Felix!" "Sorry love, I'm trying to find my glasses." "Do you mind if I tidy the room up a bit? It can't always smell like meat locker." "Of course I don't mind. We have to throw them in the basement incinerator." "You have a bloody incinerator?" "The last owner of the house did a lot of home butchering, so they had one installed. How useful." "Brilliant." "Just toss them down the stairs, we'll get them when we get home." "Alright." I dragged the bags to the staircase going down into a lit basement. I watched them, and felt a shiver run down my spine. Something I didn't want to feel, but it felt so good to have. "Brenden?" "Yes dear?" I piped, putting the lawn bags and such on the counter, putting my apron on–yes, on occasions I come over to clean and cook for this mess of a boy–and began to clean up the counter. There was so much blood stained, but it all went away, down the drain. I cleaned everything with bleach. It was all so clean now. "I think today we should clean up, and uh..." "Yes?" "Nevermind, we'll discuss it later." He sighed, stepping out. I cleaned the blood off his coffee table, and he chuckled, embarrassed. "Sorry about the mess. I don't usually have anyone over." "It's totally fine, dear. Do you want to throw anything in the basement in the incinerator now?" "Yeah, I'll need the workspace. Then we can mop the floors with the cleaner and stuff," he shrugged, walking downstairs with me. I flexed my replaced thumb and he smiled, pulling the threads to make a smile on my face as well. We smiled sickly at each other, sanity bells ringing in our laughter. What we were doing was for the greater good of people. And it was going to go just as planned. ------------------------------- Miss Jillian Bloom's office, 12:30 A.M. ------------------------------- I opened the door to her office, and we sat down in the waiting room chairs. We were the only other one's in there. Felix had the trash bags in his back pockets, and I had the plastic table covers and wrench in my dream catcher purse. "Ah, Brenden and her friend, wonderful to meet you." "Ah yes, um Miss Bloom, I'm afraid I'll need to move some furniture to put down a plastic sheet. Felix is afraid of germs, so—" "Oh dearie! No problem, here let me get out of your way." I pushed anything that would get splatter on it away, and laid down the table cover. I handed one to Felix, and I grinned. "Miss Bloom, my friend wants to play a guessing game. Can you guess his name with your eyes closed?" "Um.." She made a confused face as we moved her onto the plastic table covers. She closed her eyes. "Jackson? Jason?" "No, incorrect." Felix took the table cover, holding it up and in a radius to where it could splatter. I grabbed the wrench silently, holding it up. "Bria—" I slammed it into her head, and she stumbled, but Felix kept up. Blood splattered all over the cover, but in such an elegant and mesmerizing way. I hit her again; and not so much blood. I set the wrench down and he grabbed the bag and handed them to me. I opened one, and he wrapped her body in a plastic cover, slipping her into the bag, along with the other cover and the wrench. I tied the bag and he picked it up, and I held open the other one as that body was inserted as well. "Perfect, my brilliant assistant." I giggled and rolled my eyes. He tossed me the keys and I went to grab the car and drove around back. I sat there in the car and he exited her office after a while and we switched sides. "Why so long?" "Making sure nothing was left behind." "Oh jeez.. I should do that next time." "No, no. It isn't your fault. We have to do that though, understood, B?" "Yes, Felix." "Now what do we do?" "We head back home and get ready for our first assignment together."
Woah I'm wonder how creepy this just got. I think a shiver went down my spine I'm filled with chills it's so good I wanna see more. When they were speaking I got confused on who was talking. That's pretty much the only thing I found confusing. But it's amazing keep up the great work bump~