A/N: OOHH!! Here's where it gets REALLY good! The last chapter was a
break from the action (learned that in Romeo and Juliet, baby! Hehe), so
here I'm getting back to Tom. Have fun reading, and please review (again
if you have before!)
The Hoe
Tom walked into his house. Unbeknownst to the small part of the old Tom Havelock still left, he was carrying the garden hoe with him. Whistling jauntily, he strolled through the kitchen and living room into the master bedroom. Tom threw the hoe onto the bed and undressed. He went into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. Stepping into the shower and leaning against the cool tile relaxed him. His back hurt like hell, but the hot water did it good.
Whhheewwwww that feels nice, I think I just might stay in here for a while-
Oh Tom, don't forget who's in charge, you still have to kill your wife today, don't get too relaxed! Haha-
Uhhhhrrrmm... I don't want to kill Scarlett can't I just leave her? That's it! I could just get out of the shower, get the emergency money from under the sofa, and leave, and never come back-
Uh- uh, Tommy, I don't think so!-
He turned off the water and got out and dried off. He went into his bedroom, got dressed, and grabbed the hoe off of his bed. At that moment, he heard a sound- it was the sound of a battered old '89 Chevy going over the bump into their driveway... a sound he had heard countless times. Scarlett was home.
Tom counted off five seconds, and heard the door creak open loudly. He counted off ten more seconds and he heard the door slam shut again. Having seen Scarlett's ritual of getting out of their car so many times, he could time it with precision. After first unbuckling herself, she shoved the door open. Then she swung one leg out, grabbed the roof of the car, and supported herself with it while she swung the other leg out (The roof had long been dented, right above the drivers seat.). She then stepped away from the car as if she was just going to walk away, and then turned around as an after thought and closed the door bodily, like a football player.
While counting through this ritual, Tom crept into the kitchen. He stood by the entrance to the living room, facing the door, waiting. Finally he heard the telltale sound of the front porch sagging, and the rattle of her keys in the door. She swung the door oped, and was greeted with the sight of a grinning Tom holding the hoe up in the air. Holding the hoe like a lumberjack ready to make the first cut of the day, he let out a shout (war cry) and rushed forward.
Scarlett was no gymnast, but she had a sufficient amount of speed, especially when she was chasing after Tom to do the laundry. Sidestepping quickly, she clouted him in the back of the head with one hammy fist as a reflex. He veered around, but focused in on Scarlett again. She turned to run away, and felt exquisite pain as the corner of the hoe dug into her meaty thigh. She sprawled onto the ground with a thunderous clunk. Tom advanced toward her menacingly.
"Tom, what are you doing? I demand that you put that hoe down right now and I'll make us some dinner, promise! Even your favorite: beans!"
With that final plea, Tom charged and swung the hoe. It thudded deep into her chest, and with a final earsplitting screech, she died.
Tom calmly walked out into the barn, stowed away the hoe, and retrieved the pushcart. He rolled it out to the front of the house, up the ramp to the front porch (Scarlett could no longer get up the stairs), and into the kitchen. Using all of his strength, he heaved half of Scarlett's stiffening body onto the platform, walked around her, and got the rest of her up. Having almost no strength left, he leaned on the pushcart handle just to get it moving. Once it had started moving, it was a lot less trouble to wheel it around to the side of the house. He wheeled it into the corner of the barn and the house: He wheeled it into the garden. As if in a trance, Tom walked into the house, took another shower, and collapsed onto his bed. His final waking thought was:
I'll bury her tomorrow.
A/N: awww look at that, poor Scarlett's gone! ( boo-hoo, we all loved her, didn't we? Well, don't think this is the end, 'cause it isn't. So keep checking back, I will definitely have the next chapter up by Friday!
The Hoe
Tom walked into his house. Unbeknownst to the small part of the old Tom Havelock still left, he was carrying the garden hoe with him. Whistling jauntily, he strolled through the kitchen and living room into the master bedroom. Tom threw the hoe onto the bed and undressed. He went into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. Stepping into the shower and leaning against the cool tile relaxed him. His back hurt like hell, but the hot water did it good.
Whhheewwwww that feels nice, I think I just might stay in here for a while-
Oh Tom, don't forget who's in charge, you still have to kill your wife today, don't get too relaxed! Haha-
Uhhhhrrrmm... I don't want to kill Scarlett can't I just leave her? That's it! I could just get out of the shower, get the emergency money from under the sofa, and leave, and never come back-
Uh- uh, Tommy, I don't think so!-
He turned off the water and got out and dried off. He went into his bedroom, got dressed, and grabbed the hoe off of his bed. At that moment, he heard a sound- it was the sound of a battered old '89 Chevy going over the bump into their driveway... a sound he had heard countless times. Scarlett was home.
Tom counted off five seconds, and heard the door creak open loudly. He counted off ten more seconds and he heard the door slam shut again. Having seen Scarlett's ritual of getting out of their car so many times, he could time it with precision. After first unbuckling herself, she shoved the door open. Then she swung one leg out, grabbed the roof of the car, and supported herself with it while she swung the other leg out (The roof had long been dented, right above the drivers seat.). She then stepped away from the car as if she was just going to walk away, and then turned around as an after thought and closed the door bodily, like a football player.
While counting through this ritual, Tom crept into the kitchen. He stood by the entrance to the living room, facing the door, waiting. Finally he heard the telltale sound of the front porch sagging, and the rattle of her keys in the door. She swung the door oped, and was greeted with the sight of a grinning Tom holding the hoe up in the air. Holding the hoe like a lumberjack ready to make the first cut of the day, he let out a shout (war cry) and rushed forward.
Scarlett was no gymnast, but she had a sufficient amount of speed, especially when she was chasing after Tom to do the laundry. Sidestepping quickly, she clouted him in the back of the head with one hammy fist as a reflex. He veered around, but focused in on Scarlett again. She turned to run away, and felt exquisite pain as the corner of the hoe dug into her meaty thigh. She sprawled onto the ground with a thunderous clunk. Tom advanced toward her menacingly.
"Tom, what are you doing? I demand that you put that hoe down right now and I'll make us some dinner, promise! Even your favorite: beans!"
With that final plea, Tom charged and swung the hoe. It thudded deep into her chest, and with a final earsplitting screech, she died.
Tom calmly walked out into the barn, stowed away the hoe, and retrieved the pushcart. He rolled it out to the front of the house, up the ramp to the front porch (Scarlett could no longer get up the stairs), and into the kitchen. Using all of his strength, he heaved half of Scarlett's stiffening body onto the platform, walked around her, and got the rest of her up. Having almost no strength left, he leaned on the pushcart handle just to get it moving. Once it had started moving, it was a lot less trouble to wheel it around to the side of the house. He wheeled it into the corner of the barn and the house: He wheeled it into the garden. As if in a trance, Tom walked into the house, took another shower, and collapsed onto his bed. His final waking thought was:
I'll bury her tomorrow.
A/N: awww look at that, poor Scarlett's gone! ( boo-hoo, we all loved her, didn't we? Well, don't think this is the end, 'cause it isn't. So keep checking back, I will definitely have the next chapter up by Friday!
