CHAPTER III
The plan is enacted
Jerry and Stevan wandered through the nearby woods. It was late evening, all was calm and quiet, not many people were around, only a few people going on their evening walks. Most importantly, no witnesses.
Stevan and Jerry were now deep into the woods. Barely anyone was there, except them and a man walking along. Jerry went over to distract the man.
"Oh no, hello, excuse me, sir." said Jerry "We are doing a load of research about the area and surroundings."
Stevan knew this was his chance. He equipped himself with a nearby brick, and approached the man from behind. Stevan hit the man over the head with the brick, delivering a powerful blow to the head. The man fell to the ground instantly, bleeding everywhere. Stevan hit the man again with the brick.
"You fucking bastard, cunt, shithead!" shouted Stevan as he hit the man again, causing more bleeding. "I HATE YOU!" he shouted as he gave another powerful smash. "Die, you twat!" he shouted. Stevan kept bashing the man with the brick until he realised he had done enough damage.
The brick that Stevan held in his blood-smeared hands was now covered in blood, dripping onto the floor.
The man was dead.
"I think... that you... have killed him, Stevan." said Jerry.
"I know, Jerry, I know." said Stevan.
Stevan discarded the brick which he used as a murder weapon. He kneeled down next to the corpse with Jerry.
"Have you ever wondered what the insides of someone are looking like?" Stevan asked Jerry.
"No..." said Jerry. Jerry stared blankly at the corpse.
Stevan pulled some organs out of the corpse. His sleeves were now soaked with blood.
"I am just going to take this as a souvenir of what we have achieved today, Jerry," said Stevan "and I would furthermore like to thank you for your co-operation". Stevan shook Jerry's hand. Stevan and Jerry walked over to a nearby bridge over a river. The perfect place, in Stevan and Jerry's view, to discard of the corpse. Jerry and Stevan lifted up the corpse, and threw it into the water.
As Jerry threw the corpse over the river, a thought went through his mind. "Sometimes a life is born, but sometimes a life will die." thought Jerry. "But inbetween the life and the death is living. That is what my brother says, and he is a borned again Christmas".
When Jerry got home, he sat down and thought again, and said "I am hoping to be born again one day..."
As Jerry said this, he thought back to the day he was born. He imagined it happening all over again... being born again. He imagined his mother sitting on the hospital bed, naked. He imagined himself, walking into the room with a sign saying 'BORN AGAENS THISWAY' on the wall. He imagined walking up to his mother, climbing onto the bed... to be born again. As he went to his mother, a terrible odour emerged. Jerry ran out of the room.
"...but I do not want to go near my mummy's fanny." said Jerry, "I would rather be born out of a really, really beautiful lady who has got a really nice, young fanny what has not been stretched as much as my mum's."
Jerry's mother walked into the room. "Oh no, Jerry, I can hear what you are saying about my private area and, oh no Jerry, I really do not know what to do with you." she said.