Hee hee, this is where it gets really good...watch out world...Roxie is here...with a carving knife...
I want people to review!!!!!!!!! Please!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm going on holiday on Friday :D More when I get back, and I expect to be swamped with reviews...
Roxie sat in Amos' favourite armchair, deliberately winding him up. She was humming softly, a song she was thinking about doing for her next act. The policemen had been too easy to fool. And Amos had acted his part remarkably well. Then there was the press- she was probably better than anyone at manipulating them! She had given interviews, stating that while her manager (oh yes, she always got on well with him...oh no, those rumours were wrong, he hadn't been threatening to fire her....) had been being murdered, she had been trying to make it up with her husband (oh yes, the break-up was entirely her own fault...oh no, she had never stopped loving him...). She was probably even better, she mused to herself, than that lawyer guy, what was his name again? The one who had never lost a case for a woman client? Bobby Slynn? No, Billy Flynn, that was it.
Still humming, she watched Amos from under her eyelashes (false, still lots of mascara, though...did they wear mascara in the 20s?). He was trying to put up with her ever more annoying behaviour. He would lose it one day, though. Roxie had seen before that, although he normally kept his rage bottled up, he could really burst into passionate anger. And Roxie could tell that it would be soon. After a week of living with each other again, they were ready to separate. Roxie wanted to have some more fun before then, though.
"Darling," she said, "could you get me a drink from the kitchen? Cold, alcoholic, ice. Gin if you have any."
That was it! All it took to tip him over the edge. He stood up, the familiar vein pounding in his forehead.
"I have had ENOUGH!" he shouted. "Enough of being treated like a slave in my own goddamn apartment, enough of lying to the police, enough of living with a wife who hates me, annoys me and won't sleep with me!"
Roxie wasn't frightened this time. In fact, she laughed. This made Amos even more angry.
"I'll just be a second, dear," she said, and went into the kitchen. He wasn't going to lie for her any more, that was for sure. What could she do? Suddenly, her eye caught a metallic flash. A long carving knife, Amos had sharpened it yesterday. Roxie didn't think twice after all her 'experience'. She picked it up, feeling the weight in her hand. She came out of the kitchen with it, and just as Amos caught sight of the wicked looking blade, she plunged it deep into his heart. He died instantly.
Roxie seems to be turning into Velma! Which is fine by me...Velma rules!!! But two of them? That can't be good......read the next chapter to find out what happens when they meet....I won't write it unless you review, though, so press the purple button!!! Now!!!
I want people to review!!!!!!!!! Please!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm going on holiday on Friday :D More when I get back, and I expect to be swamped with reviews...
Roxie sat in Amos' favourite armchair, deliberately winding him up. She was humming softly, a song she was thinking about doing for her next act. The policemen had been too easy to fool. And Amos had acted his part remarkably well. Then there was the press- she was probably better than anyone at manipulating them! She had given interviews, stating that while her manager (oh yes, she always got on well with him...oh no, those rumours were wrong, he hadn't been threatening to fire her....) had been being murdered, she had been trying to make it up with her husband (oh yes, the break-up was entirely her own fault...oh no, she had never stopped loving him...). She was probably even better, she mused to herself, than that lawyer guy, what was his name again? The one who had never lost a case for a woman client? Bobby Slynn? No, Billy Flynn, that was it.
Still humming, she watched Amos from under her eyelashes (false, still lots of mascara, though...did they wear mascara in the 20s?). He was trying to put up with her ever more annoying behaviour. He would lose it one day, though. Roxie had seen before that, although he normally kept his rage bottled up, he could really burst into passionate anger. And Roxie could tell that it would be soon. After a week of living with each other again, they were ready to separate. Roxie wanted to have some more fun before then, though.
"Darling," she said, "could you get me a drink from the kitchen? Cold, alcoholic, ice. Gin if you have any."
That was it! All it took to tip him over the edge. He stood up, the familiar vein pounding in his forehead.
"I have had ENOUGH!" he shouted. "Enough of being treated like a slave in my own goddamn apartment, enough of lying to the police, enough of living with a wife who hates me, annoys me and won't sleep with me!"
Roxie wasn't frightened this time. In fact, she laughed. This made Amos even more angry.
"I'll just be a second, dear," she said, and went into the kitchen. He wasn't going to lie for her any more, that was for sure. What could she do? Suddenly, her eye caught a metallic flash. A long carving knife, Amos had sharpened it yesterday. Roxie didn't think twice after all her 'experience'. She picked it up, feeling the weight in her hand. She came out of the kitchen with it, and just as Amos caught sight of the wicked looking blade, she plunged it deep into his heart. He died instantly.
Roxie seems to be turning into Velma! Which is fine by me...Velma rules!!! But two of them? That can't be good......read the next chapter to find out what happens when they meet....I won't write it unless you review, though, so press the purple button!!! Now!!!