Donnie stood at the doorway, watching Gretchen flop on the ground like a
fish out of water. The knife wasn't too sharp. He wasn't hurt by it.
Perhaps he shouldn't have held it to her throat so hard.
She looked up at him; the dying deer look just starting. She was already dead, though. The smell f death reeked around her. He smirked down at her. He barely knew her, yet he felt like she'd betrayed him somehow. So she had to pay.
Behind her Frank lay on the ground, the green oozing from inside of him. Donnie kicked both their corpses angrily, then turned to leave. He didn't know what happened to Gretchen. She wasn't with him. His alibi was all worked out. Now he just needed to disappear. That was simple.
Donnie smirked again, and vanished into the night.
*~*
Yes, that was short. But I think he should have done that to Gretchen. Would the bitch have paid attention to him had the engine not fell in his room? NO!
She looked up at him; the dying deer look just starting. She was already dead, though. The smell f death reeked around her. He smirked down at her. He barely knew her, yet he felt like she'd betrayed him somehow. So she had to pay.
Behind her Frank lay on the ground, the green oozing from inside of him. Donnie kicked both their corpses angrily, then turned to leave. He didn't know what happened to Gretchen. She wasn't with him. His alibi was all worked out. Now he just needed to disappear. That was simple.
Donnie smirked again, and vanished into the night.
*~*
Yes, that was short. But I think he should have done that to Gretchen. Would the bitch have paid attention to him had the engine not fell in his room? NO!
