"Jealousy"
a murder by numbers fanfiction
SchizoAuthoress schizoauthoress@hotmail.com
How can you be so possessive of me? You're supposed to hate me. You can't stand me. That's why we agreed to do this. . . we'd never be associated with each other.
But you're watching us, aren't you? Watching me. Well, Richard. . .
This is an unsuspected development. I think that if I didn't know you as well as I do, I'd suspect that you were watching this Lisa Mills slut. But then, with you, once the 'relationship'-if you can call manipulation and sex a relationship-is over, it's *over.*
So why are you there? Getting jealous? Getting possessive? Getting suspicious? Getting resentful? Getting insecure? Getting mistrustful? Hmm, Richard? Are you?
How can you not trust me? Haven't I done everything?
Everything.
I have. I planned it. I planted the evidence. I dumped the body. I even *killed* that girl.
You were, you know. You were supposed to kill that Olivia woman.and you couldn't do it. You said you were free, that you didn't want to deny me that freedom. Well. . .
Look at yourself, Richard. You're not free at all. You're bound to me. Me.
At least you can kill Ray. Aren't you lucky though? You have to use a gun. . . instead of your empty hands. You'll never know it, then. . .
There's power in placing your hands around another human being's neck. . .you have the power to destroy them, so simply, so slowly. . .
But then, perhaps you *do* understand it. After all, I swear. . . you have some kind of strangulation fetish. You enjoy slamming me against a wall, your hand on my throat. . .you have so much rage in you.
So why couldn't you kill that girl?
Richard. You're going to pay. . .you ruined the plan, you know. You did. You were supposed to kill her. . .so we could do it together. But *I* did it. I did it all.
So I vomited near the body. It's not like I didn't do everything *else* right. *You* were the one who said I needed to go to that restaurant to build an alibi.
So I forgot to be careful about how much I ate. I was *nervous*, Richard! I wanted it to go perfectly. You can't blame me for my body's reaction.
Six years of bulimia can't be erased by one year of premeditating a murder, after all.
You like to use me, don't you? They say that turn-about is fair play. . .so how's this for turn-about? Your ex-girlfriend is just like you. . .using me. But you don't realize yet that I am the master.
And I'm the one pulling the strings.
a murder by numbers fanfiction
SchizoAuthoress schizoauthoress@hotmail.com
How can you be so possessive of me? You're supposed to hate me. You can't stand me. That's why we agreed to do this. . . we'd never be associated with each other.
But you're watching us, aren't you? Watching me. Well, Richard. . .
This is an unsuspected development. I think that if I didn't know you as well as I do, I'd suspect that you were watching this Lisa Mills slut. But then, with you, once the 'relationship'-if you can call manipulation and sex a relationship-is over, it's *over.*
So why are you there? Getting jealous? Getting possessive? Getting suspicious? Getting resentful? Getting insecure? Getting mistrustful? Hmm, Richard? Are you?
How can you not trust me? Haven't I done everything?
Everything.
I have. I planned it. I planted the evidence. I dumped the body. I even *killed* that girl.
You were, you know. You were supposed to kill that Olivia woman.and you couldn't do it. You said you were free, that you didn't want to deny me that freedom. Well. . .
Look at yourself, Richard. You're not free at all. You're bound to me. Me.
At least you can kill Ray. Aren't you lucky though? You have to use a gun. . . instead of your empty hands. You'll never know it, then. . .
There's power in placing your hands around another human being's neck. . .you have the power to destroy them, so simply, so slowly. . .
But then, perhaps you *do* understand it. After all, I swear. . . you have some kind of strangulation fetish. You enjoy slamming me against a wall, your hand on my throat. . .you have so much rage in you.
So why couldn't you kill that girl?
Richard. You're going to pay. . .you ruined the plan, you know. You did. You were supposed to kill her. . .so we could do it together. But *I* did it. I did it all.
So I vomited near the body. It's not like I didn't do everything *else* right. *You* were the one who said I needed to go to that restaurant to build an alibi.
So I forgot to be careful about how much I ate. I was *nervous*, Richard! I wanted it to go perfectly. You can't blame me for my body's reaction.
Six years of bulimia can't be erased by one year of premeditating a murder, after all.
You like to use me, don't you? They say that turn-about is fair play. . .so how's this for turn-about? Your ex-girlfriend is just like you. . .using me. But you don't realize yet that I am the master.
And I'm the one pulling the strings.