This is the next chapter. Please note that there are scenes of violence and bad language from the outset. If you find this sort of thing offensive please do not read and then send me flames. Now that's out of the way and you enjoy suspense and drama read on.
Please note all references to the women I feature in this chapter serving or served on death row are real. For any further information on this I will be giving details at the end of this chapter.
Kelly had been watching Michelle and Beth as they walked around the perimeter of the exercise yard. The voices in her head had been screaming at her to go over there. That her sister was in danger and she had to protect her. To stop Michelle at any cost, that no one would touch the one person in her life who had ever given a dam about her. When Kelly saw them walk into the changing room she finally succumbed to the voices, knowing they were right and had been all along.
Running around the edge of the basketball game no one took any notice of her, not that they would have done anything if they had seen her. She was just shy little Kelly, the mouse that wouldn't say boo to a goose. That had been changing though, now she had Beth here to stand up for her Kelly had learnt that running away wasn't always the best option. Especially when you had nowhere to hide.
Crashing into the changing room and stopping abruptly at the sight of Michelle with a knife precariously close to Beth's side Kelly moved forward more slowly, the voices warning her to be careful, that this one was dangerous. When Michelle spoke she saw Beth's eyes shift from side to side as though she was looking for an escape route. Kelly revealed the secret she had been desperately trying to keep hidden for her Beth's sake, that they were sisters and she was not going to let anything happen to her. It gave her the chance she needed. Michelle's evident shock caused her to relax her grip slightly and Kelly shot forward, running at the two women full tilt. As she collided with Michelle's side Beth was thrown clear, hitting the wall hard and crumpling to the floor half unconscious Beth rolled on to her side as she watched Kelly smash Michelle's hand into the wall causing her to drop the knife. Kelly then aimed a well-placed kick right under Michelle's chin snapping the blondes head back and causing her to land on her back, staring up into the wild eyes of her assailant.
"How dare you go after my sister, and think you can get away with it. Killing Cena was one thing he was a pig and he deserved it. But my sister has done nothing to you, nothing do you hear me now you are going to pay." Kelly yelled at Michelle as she kicked the woman in the ribs. Michelle let out a small grunt at the impact and lay curled in the foetal position trying to protect herself. Beth's vision was swimming and she knew the blow to her head was making her feel sick, fighting to stay conscious she watched as Kelly bent down and picked up the knife Michelle was going to use to kill her.
"Now you're going to pay." Kelly said as Beth's eyes slipped closed and she drifted off into oblivion.
It was Mickie who first heard the yelling. It sounded hollow like it was coming from a tunnel, stopping mid stride ball in hand she turned her head towards the changing room.
"Mickie what are you doing you idiot pass it!" Layla yelled praying that Mickie had not heard Michelle taking out Beth. She needed to keep people focused on the game until Michelle was done and could get away.
"Come on Mick's!" Amy joined in but she stopped as she too heard the yelling.
"What the hell was that?" She said moving closer to Mickie game forgotten as Randy joined them a panicked look on his face as Kia came running over from the opposite side of the court.
"Where's Beth and Michelle?" Randy said as Mickie threw the ball down and sprinted towards the changing room. Randy ran after her not missing a beat as he heard Kia coming along behind them. Not pausing to wait for either woman Randy ran into the changing room and stopped dead in his tracks. The dim lighting of the room made it hard for him to see anything clearly, but the tang of metal the taste of blood in the air was something none of them could miss. Mickie almost piled into the back of Randy as he stood frozen looking at the scene before him. Mickie finally broke her vow of silence with an ear splitting scream.
There have been very few female serial killers, women who kill for pleasure are very rare, in fact the population of women in prison for murder is around 2% compared to their male counterparts who number in the hundreds. Most of these women including Aileen Carol Wurnos and Elizabeth Bathory probably the most prolific female serial killers of all time suffered sexual and mental abuse as children. They were considered made not born, the list of women who killed to satisfy some animalistic need is shot to say the least and almost always has some routes in child abuse. These women however must not be confused with those who perform mass murder, the women who kill their family in one swift hit because usually suffering from some sort of mental breakdown they snap. Or the women who murder their husbands for money. No women who kill for the sake of killing are often sociopaths who have a deep seated problem for their choice of victim, whether it be men, children or other women. It is often widely assumed that females due to their life giving nature are incapable of taking life just for the fun of it. That was until Michelle McCool came into the world, born to a man who although cared for his daughter brought her up in violent ways. Teaching her to hit harder than the person hitting you. Taking what you want not waiting for someone to give it to you. A woman who's own dark thoughts were being encourage by two people who were supposed to love her. Michelle's mother was a quite person, but she always had a gun in her handbag, and a can of acid in the garage. Maybe Michelle was not born evil, maybe she had been made, but who is to say that she would not have turned out the same way if brought up by different parents.
Michelle had killed for pleasure, for gain and for revenge, the urge to kill and the enjoyment of it not lost when she was finally put behind bars. Without evidence of abuse in anyway Michelle's murderous tendencies were obviously there from the beginning, just looking for a way out. Randy and Kia had seen this in the woman from the moment she walked into G-block that rainy night three years ago. She exuded an ora about her one that your couldn't quite put your finger on. And when Kia had told Randy that Michelle had been touched by the devil he had good reason to believe her.
Standing now looking at the ever increasing pool of blood he was shocked out of his frozen state by Mickie's scream as she ran over to Beth who was laying on the floor, her clothes covered in the red pool coagulating at her side.
Randy moved forward and snatched hold of Kelly who had blood sprayed over her face, and down her shirt. The blonde blinked at him like she didn't even realise he had been there. That Mickie was not now cradling Beth's head in her lap and Kia was not bending over Michelle and checking for a pulse. The noise of the other women gathering outside finally brought Kelly back and she started shaking uncontrollably in Randy's arms.
"Kelly, are you hurt?" Randy said as he spotted the knife on the floor and quickly kicked it out of the way. The blonde shook her head as he knees gave way and she almost collapsed onto the floor. Randy held her upright by her arm pits as Kia walked over to him.
"Michelle's dead, very dead we need some help down here." The dark woman said getting out her radio and getting on to Mark explaining the situation quietly over the handset as Randy looked over at Mickie as Beth started to come round.
"Beth thank god you're ok." Mickie said hugging her best friend close to her chest as Randy smiled slightly. He was so relieved that she was ok, even in all this horror at least she hadn't been the one lying on the floor, cold and lifeless.
"You owe me a load of laundry washing." Beth croaked out before closing her eyes once more and falling limp in Mickie's arms. The moment was broken by the frantic cries of Layla.
"Let me in what's happened where's Michelle." The British woman cried as she pushed her way passed the other women and straight into Kia. Not before she got a look at her friend laying in a pool of her own blood.
"No Michelle!" She cried struggling in Kia's string grip as she tried to get to her friend, the tears rolling down her face as Mark came in with two other guards and started to remove the gathered crowd.
"Get them locked up and get a doctor down here!" Mark called before entering the changing room. Looking first at Randy who was still holding Kelly up. Mark couldn't miss the blood all over the woman. It was on her face in her hair and lined her clothes like some macabre design. He then looked briefly at the body in the corner, but quickly averted his eyes. Turning now to Kia who was now holding on to a hysterical Layla he indicated to her that she should get the woman out.
"Take her to the medical wing, they might be able to give her something." Mark suggested as Kia pulled Layla out of the darkness and back into the exercise yard. Mark then went over to Mickie who still had hold of Beth. The blonde still had not come round from her unconscious state and she was starting to get worried that her friend had some serious brain damage.
"She will be fine, the doctor is on his way." Mark said checking Beth's pulse and finding a strong steady rhythm. No sooner had he said it, two men came in carrying a stretcher. Both wearing white and one of them removed a stethoscope from around his neck. Checking Beth's vitals he gave the signal to his colleague to move Beth on to the stretcher. Mickie refused to let go at first, but in the end Mark held her back telling her to let the doctors do their work. As Beth was taken out Kelly made to grab hold of her hand. Randy had to hold on pretty tight to stop her from doing so.
"Where are you taking my sister?" Kelly demanded as Mickie walked up to the blonde and gave her a doubtful look.
"Your sister?" Mickie asked as Mark told her to leave and go with the doctor.
"Unless you want to go back to your cell James I suggest you walk away now." Mark warned and Mickie turned and ran after Beth, not having the time now to think about Kelly's admission.
"What should I do with Kelly?" Randy said looking at the distraught woman still in his arms. She seemed to be babbling to herself now, paying no attention to the two men who were deciding her future.
"I don't know, but can we do it somewhere else this place is giving me the creeps." Mark said manoeuvring them outside and towards the main entrance. He looked back at the dark building now barely visible as the clouds had darkened considerably overhead. The first drops of rain began to fall as Mark opened the door, and he couldn't help but think this however horrible, was Michelle destiny, someone who lived in the dark, was always destined to die there to.
Karla Faye Tucker was the last woman to die in Texas in fact she was the last woman executed in the USA period. She was put to death on the 3rd of February 1998. It was the first woman executed in the lone Star state since the civil war. Michelle McCool had not been sentenced to death by a jury of her peers, but had been summarily executed by one of them. She had built her own electric chair and strapped herself with her own behaviour . everywoman in that prison would have loved to take the opportunity to flick the switch and see her burn. The true extent of Michelle's crimes had never been fully realised, but her penance had been swift and some might even say just.
Kelly had been taken to her cell and locked in, they all agreed that there was something seriously wrong with the girl, that she had finally snapped. Taking her down to isolation, even for her own protection right now would not be the best idea. Randy watched as the doctor gave Kelly a sedative and left Kelly lying on the bed, eyes closing beyond her control as she slipped into what sounded like troubled dreams.
"Look I am just a prison quack, but I would say that girls cheese slid off her cracker. She is displaying signs of schizophrenia, that or a sociopathic disorder. I would recommend we get a proper shrink down here to check her over." The doctor said as Randy followed him down the stairs and towards the guards office.
"How is Beth?" Randy asked stopping the doctor before he got too close to the others so they wouldn't overhear.
"Miss Phoenix will be fine, she had a pretty bad concussion, but with a few days rest she will be good as new." He replied as Randy breathed a sigh of relief as they both entered the guards office where everyone was in a kind of silent shock.
"Kelly is sleeping now, that trank I gave her should put her out for a solid eight hours. I was saying to Randy here you should get a shrink in to see her. I have a feeling this one might be transferring to the local mental asylum." With that the doctor left having other patients to check on. Mark crashed in the chair opposite Kia, he was whipped out, the police had been and the coroner had taken away the body, there was no mystery surrounding this one.
"Ok so order of events." Mark said too drained to get angry, and to shocked to lay blame. This one had been such a shock no one could have predicted this conclusion of events.
"Well I think Michelle's injury was a fake from the start." Kia said now looking back it all started to fall into place.
"No it started before that it had too. That knife it was one of the work men's she stole it, probably with the intention of killing Beth." Randy chipped in. Mark nodded as Kia continued.
"Yeah your right, then I asked Beth if she was o to look after her, god I was a prize idiot for that one. But I thought hey Michelle is practically crippled and alone with a woman bigger than her. Plus they were out in the open, what was going to happen?" Kia said now realising just how clever Michelle had been to even pull half of her little stunt off.
"I didn't see Kelly go, I was busy watching the game. It was Mickie who heard the shouting though. I guess because she wasn't shouting herself she could hear it over other people's voices. Which I suppose is kind of ironic considering." Randy continued as Kia nodded in agreement. Mark leaned forward in his chair and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.
"I guess I know the rest, you went running, Kelly had the knife, Beth was out cold and Michelle." He stopped there not wanting to say it and having no need to either. All three of them would be falling asleep with that image in their heads for a long time to come.
"Yeah that is the long and the short of it sir. But you know what takes the real cake, I'm not even sorry she is dead." Kia said not actually shocking anyone in the room. They had all been secretly thinking the same thing, only Kia was the one who had the guts to voice it.
"You know I better inform the warden he will not be happy. This prison has not had the best record in recent months. At least we know who the killer is this time. Although I suspect she might have a good defence for the crime." Mark said reluctantly getting out of his chair and making his way to the door. This was one phone call he was not looking forward to.
When Beth woke up to see Mickie at her in the low light she smiled slightly. Her head hurt pretty badly, but the pain was far less than the last time she woke up.
"Beth, thank god you're awake I was so worried about you." Mickie said as Beth tried to sit up. The pain in her head sent her crashing back down to the mattress though as Mickie offered her a glass of water. Beth took it gratefully and crank greedily. Almost spilling it Mickie took the cup off her once more and placed it on the bed side table.
"What happened?" Beth finally said once the water had cleared her dry throat and Mickie had just waited for her to recover.
"What can you remember?" Mickie countered not sure how much Beth was ready for yet.
"I remember Michelle grabbing me and threatening to kill me. She was going to do it as well. I know Mickie, it was no idol comment." Beth said then remembering Kelly's appearance.
"I know I believe you. Then what?" Mickie prodded as Beth closed her eyes for a second.
"Kelly came in and charged at us, I got knocked to the side, hit my head then I think, then it gets a bit fuzzy." Beth said trying hard to recall the images in her head, but it was a mixture of sights and sounds that she couldn't really put together.
"What is the last thing you can remember?" Mickie asked as she took Beth's hand and held it tightly.
"That I won the bet and you get to do my laundry this week." Beth smiled and winced at the same time. Mickie poked her tongue out back, but her face immediately went serious as she had to ask.
"Kelly said something Beth, something that I need to know if it is the truth." Beth looked at Mickie and knew what was coming. She had recalled Kelly's little confession but had hoped it would die with Michelle in that changing room. Obviously her wish this time would not be granted.
"She said that you were her sister. It that true?" Mickie finally asked, needing to know, but kind of not wanting to at the same time. Beth turned to Mickie and looked her in the eyes, never breaking her gaze as she licked her dry lips.
"I promised you that I would never lie to you Mickie and I intend to keep that promise." Beth stopped but the pause alone was enough to confirm Mickie's suspicions. That Kelly was not lying and Beth had known all along.
"Kelly is my sister, but it is a long story, I will tell you it, if you are willing to listen." Beth said as Mickie nodded her head slowly.
"It's not like I haven't got the time." Mickie joked as Beth smiled slowly before beginning her story.
Hope you enjoyed that. The information about women serial killers is referenced from a book called talking with serial killer's by Christopher Berry-Dee it is an extremely interesting book, especially if you are interested in the psychology of the criminal mind. Like I am. I hope the references added to the story and my intention was to make it more real, I hope I pulled it off. Let me know by dropping me a review. No copyright infringement intended please don't sue me. Thanks for reading XxX
