The room is dark enough where Ping can barely see his footfalls on the carpet as he creeps into the room quietly. He is not sure why he is even doing this. It confuses him why Odin trusts him this much, to carry this out.
Ping really likes Odin. He has never met anyone quite like him, and though Odin seems to make the most jokes of anyone about Ping, it seems different. There seems to be more understanding in the way he treats him, like Odin has been in a similar spot in his life. Plus, there is something about Odin that intrigues Ping. Odin seems to have the ability to tap into the soul of everyone, though; he won't do it when people are there. The few times that Ping and Odin have hung out alone, there seemed to be a marvelous connection, like Odin knows everything about Ping without even asking. This is one of the reasons Ping agreed to do this thing.
He feels a bit silly in his all black outfit, sneaking into the room like a cat burglar. Odin had told him he could do this in his regular clothes, but Ping had thought it might be easier to do it in this pseudo disguise.
He closes the door as he enters the room, he hears the woman called Melinda stir. She seems to think he is Odin, which is the plan. In his left hand is the small pocket knife that Odin had given him. The blade isn't very sharp, and the handle is made of wood. Ping isn't even sure where Odin got the knife from, it seems so cheaply made. But Odin said that this was the knife that had to be used. Ping was going to protest but then he gazed into the beautiful sparkling blue eyes, and he felt he had no choice. The right thing to do was to do what Odin told him to do.
Ping gets to the foot of the bed, staring down at Melinda. It seems a waste to kill such a pretty face. It will all be over soon though, and even though Odin told him he had to call the cops, so the body could be found, that Odin would do all he could to make sure Ping didn't get charged for the crime. He thinks it will be even harder to pretend to hurt Odin before the police get here, so the police buy the story that Odin says he has concocted.
She flutters open her eyes for a moment, seeing him stand above her. She is not awake enough to scream, she is just confused.
He presses the cold metal to her throat, and slashes her neck, letting the blood drip on the cheap motel sheets.
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Odin stands outside the hotel room, his hair askew, and holding a piece of ice to his eye. His glasses are in his pocket. His face is trying to maintain a look of total sadness and confusion.
An Orlando Police officer walks up to him. "Do you want us to call anyone for you?"
He shakes his head, as if numb. "No …I think I can handle all the arrangements." He puts his head in his hands. "It just came as such a great shock. Did Ping say why he did it?"
"No, but he seems hopeful, that he can easily get out of this."
"It's weird realizing you had been working with a monster." Odin raises his head, to put the ice back on his eye. Inside he is smirking, wondering if he should visit Ping in jail to make him think that he is doing what he said, or just let him rot